I spent this past weekend mostly sleeping, mostly resting. Mini was with MS since she's gone during the week with work currently. I fought off insomnia with alcohol and movies and generally stayed up until almost dawn and slept until at least 4pm, though that was mostly waking by noon and curling up in anxiety for hours. I dragged myself out of apathy, messed around on the internet, went to the bar for a few drinks, and went back home with to-go food.
I know this is untenable.
This week, I'm working on forcing myself up, getting a normal schedule in order, and getting out to the apartment gym at least once.
I'll let you know how I've done.
Every day is different. Some days are bad. And I rely on the fact that when they are, the next will be better. Most are.
I'll take it.