I’m tired. It’s only 4pm and I have my first session at Hazelden (of 32 total sessions) and I’m going to be here until 9pm. Oh well. I suppose it’s a small price to pay. And I’m not exactly surprised to be tired, since I’ve been running out of steam these days between 2pm and 4pm.
I had a great time taking my kids to the animal shelter yesterday. As expected, my son was all about the cats and my daughter couldn’t get enough of the dogs. She actually wanted to adopt the pit bull she got to meet until she found out that the dog didn’t get along well with cats. She liked her so much, that she has decided she now wants a pit bull instead of a pug. It’s convenient that I just adopted a pit bull and my daughter gets to meet her this weekend! She also signed up to be a junior volunteer at the animal shelter.
I still don’t want to eat, but the Pristiq I started a while back seems like it might be kicking in. Plus, spending time with my kids like I did yesterday usually makes me feel better as well. And yet I am still determined to starve myself. I don’t know. I just don’t understand myself.