Another Bogus Friday Night

i kept my appointment with my therapist today even though i so did not feel like going. it was a bad morning. Brian worked from home today and we had an argument. i feel that sometimes he puts work ahead of me, and he disagrees. what more is there to say? we disagree. anyway, i don’t want to write about that–and that’s exactly why i didn’t feel like going to my appointment. i was upset, but i didn’t want to talk about it.

my therapist suggested that i keep track of my caloric intake, so i’ll be doing that now, too. i’ve kept pretty good track of what i’ve been eating, so it shouldn’t be too hard. i’ll try not to be a perfectionist about it and look up the calorie count for every single thing i eat because that’ll drive me nuts, i’ll feel overwhelmed, and then i’ll end up blowing off doing it altogether. that’s a pattern with me.

since Monday, the number of king-size bags of peanut M&Ms i’ve been eating has dropped to 2 instead of the average 5 a day. i don’t know if this is because i stopped taking Lamictal, but who cares? as long as i cut down, that’s a good thing.

oh, but i actually sorted 2 loads of laundry–1 last night, 1 this
morning, and Brian put them in the wash before breakfast. that’s a big
step for me. do i feel happy about it? hell, no. it’s one of those
things again that shouldn’t take such an effort to do.

we were planning to watch 1 of the 2 DVDs we rented 2 or 3 weeks ago that are overdue by about the same amount of time. anyway, we were going to do that at 10pm, it’s now about a quarter after, i’m sitting here typing, and Brian’s crashed on the couch. so i suppose i ought to get off my ass so we can actually watch the damn movie.