I haven’t had a drop of alcohol in 67 days.
I stopped wearing makeup (including mascara!) and started taking Vitamin D, Magnesium, Cinnamon and probiotic supplements. My skin is looking great.
I hit another 5k PR time at just over 28 minutes, and my back still aches from doing deadlifts at the gym on Saturday.
Yesterday, my bike chain broke a mile away from my office, so I power-walked the rest of the way while laughing at myself.
I spent the afternoon working from a fancy little cafe.
I mentally guided myself through the many steps of anxiety and did something that scared me – I went out to my first meet up in months – and everything turned out just fine. Because fuck anxiety, you know? And the worst case scenario didn’t even end up happening. The ex I was fearing running into didn’t show up. I had a wonderful time.
Afterward, I watched football and ate deviled eggs. I booked an Airbnb for my long-weekend trip to Chicago with the boyfriend in October.
After all that, I got only 5 hours of sleep, but I feel good.
Everything is actually okay. Despite myself and the last few years, things really are okay. It’s important to always remember that