Today is a new day.

I had a muffin for breakfast. Mom went shopping (finally). I need to shower. Maybe then I'll go somewhere...I'm feeling anxious.

I should work out. I hate that. I should, should, should. Blah, blah, blah.

I talked to Ryan for an hour last night. I felt really bad about myself last night. Not necessarily because of him. We're going to hang out when he gets back. He's lost about 20 pounds from being in the navy. And he hasn't seen me in two years. I've gained weight, though I don't want to admit it.

I want to make a deal to do 30 minutes of activity a day, and give up refined sugar. I can do that, right? Right.