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So, Sunday, I made the horrible mistake of walking 3 miles on the treadmill, and was exhausted and felt lousy on Monday. That wasn't really the horrible mistake - trying to exercise gently is a reasonable mistake, and I was just walking.
No, the horrible mistake was doing it while having lousy memory flashbacks of an ex- who's memories have been hounding me.
She was the only one who actually made me feel damaged - broken. The one who made me ask whether I should just stop any form of dating.
Don't mix risk of depression with already depressing obsessions...
But I got through Monday, and I got through today, and things started to improve. So I hope tomorrow will be better still. I hope so. It's been a sucky couple of weeks.
No, the horrible mistake was doing it while having lousy memory flashbacks of an ex- who's memories have been hounding me.
She was the only one who actually made me feel damaged - broken. The one who made me ask whether I should just stop any form of dating.
Don't mix risk of depression with already depressing obsessions...
But I got through Monday, and I got through today, and things started to improve. So I hope tomorrow will be better still. I hope so. It's been a sucky couple of weeks.
