Day 41, weekend warrior marathon: did a boat load of healthy (and tasty) food prep, got my house cleaned up, got a new dishwasher, did not do any laundry and did not exercise, so today the beatings will begin until morale improves, fitness wise. And I finally figured out how to get past a part in a game I’ve been stuck on. And decided to embark on a graphic novel art project with my heterosexual life-mate/best friend since 9th grade.
Does anyone else feel like thinking about relapsing is the equivalent of thinking about texting that shitty ex whose number should’ve been deleted a long time ago, and you have to delete it again and again every day until it stays out?
My life is good bc I choose to make it good, enjoying this moment. Happy Monday all.