Life in the Crass Lane

May 15, 2017 =========== My cousin gave me a garbage bag full of new clothes she can no longer wear.  She has a great job and a husband who works hard, and together they've managed to afford for her to keep her closet stocked with some lovely articles of clothing.  For me, this means an entirely new wardrobe, which happened at the moment and month when I had just started to question whether my previous wardrobe's age was contributing somewhat to my depression.  It's amazing how much a new item of clothing can lift the spirits and remind a person about the light at the end of any tunnel.  If I were a wealthy person, I'd love to share gifts with less fortunate people than myself, just to be able to bear witness to the less fortunate person feeling the way it made me feel when I brought my 'new' wardrobe home to my closet.  :-) Having this new wardrobe has given me some brief reminders about how much I value and love my body.  I'm still disappointed and ...

11:30 am ============ This morning, I counted the weeks since I re-initiated my morning gym routine.  Tomorrow marks the end of week 11.  This realization is encouraging for me, since all week I have been feeling like I have had to strive extra hard just to get myself out the door, drive to gym, get on the cardio machines, then complete my weights.   I've battled my depressive thinking, and all of the sinful urges to make excuses, and I have successfully dredged through that to land here, post-tuna-consumption, on my hiney, sharing my thoughts. Week 11 is a milestone for me because the 16 months prior to these eleven weeks have been some of my most challenging, depressed months since 2013.  I won't step on the scale for another few weeks to check on the quantifiable results of my efforts, but not focusing on the numbers is once again reminding me of the qualities which really count.  Qualities like how much stronger and physically healthier I have started t...