I'm living on a strange schedule right now. There's no real reason for this, and I can't really be bothered to correct myself. It's after two in the morning as I write this, and I'll probably be up for hours more. I've grown fond of sunrises, and I've seen almost all of them in the last week, at least.
My jeans are finally starting to fit again. I haven't lost near as much weight as I'd hoped in a six week period, and I only had the idea that my antidepressant could be a factor a few hours ago. I haven't done my research though, so I'm not sure. Anyway, I still can't button them up, but that's nothing that can't be covered for the sake of blog photos.
Honestly, if someone told me I'd be admitting all of this publicly a year ago, I wouldn't have believed them. What am I doing?
I'm seeing more sunrises, and I'm treating more mornings with as much grace as I can muster. I've actually eaten cereal the last couple days, and that hasn't happened in ages. Not exactly healthy, but I digress. I've been able to enjoy more dewy foliage and rolling gray clouds. I'm still waiting on those Spring showers. Those are my favorite part of the season.
I'm not quite enjoying the return of bugs and toads however. Belle tried to eat something Sunday night and spent the following 24 hours with a swollen face. She's fourteen and she does this every year. That's my girl. She loves a good morning.
Are you a morning person?