sunday

Up early on a Sunday. Although that's not different from any other day. I wish I could just get used to waking up at or before 7 every day. Waking up early comes much easier when I am treating my body better. I've been exercising, eating well, and not drinking alcohol. I haven't been trying to not drink alcohol, I just haven't really been wanting it. I guess I've been a little bit of a hermit recently. Staying in and hanging out alone or with Keith has been feeding my soul more than going out. And that's okay. I didi three loads of laundry last night as I finished watching Precious. I suppose I will do one more Monday night before I go back to Virginia, just so I can leave Keith with all fresh clothes. I haven't even begun to pack yet. Haven't even thought about it, to be honest. I don't even have a bag to take with me. The tone of this trip seems much different than the last time I went back. So much is different. Last time, everything was exciting. The whole mood was happy. This time, the mood is a bit more somber. Health related issues pertaining to my mom and my nephew have got me worried to pieces, and of course I want to spend a ton of time with Stormy. I haven't made a single real plan to spend time with any of my friends yet. My focus is on my family this time. They have my attention. They have my energy and my heart. Sometimes that's just how things work out, I guess.

I am trying to figure out what will serve me best this morning. I got myself out of bed so that I could go to the gym. I can't go tonight because I am going to Melanie's going away party. It's sad to me that I can't spend more time with her before she goes, but with everything going on in my family right now I just can't think about it but so much. If I don't go to the gym I will feel guilty, because I may or may not get to go tomorrow. It is my last day before I leave and who knows what I will or will not get around to? Although crawling back into bed sounds pretty good right now. So does sitting here with a cup of coffee and surfing the internet reading mindless celebrity gossip to help get my mind off other things. But when it comes time for me to go to work and I haven't gone to the gym, I will feel like I wasted a perfectly good morning. So I guess I should go to the gym. That settles that. My goal by going to the gym so much isn't to lose weight. I don't think I need, or even necessarily want, to lose any weight. Toning up a little would be nice, but I feel fairly good in that department too. My main goal is just to feel good. To give myself some sort of healthful routine to follow and stick to. And I like it.

Happy Sunday!

xoxo-
T