I found the best cure for me to start feeling better and to stop dying: Walk three miles, going to see Joshua Radin in Denver, and getting a new doggy. The week of Thanksgiving I felt a lot better. Even now I feel back to myself. I hope it stays like this for a while, at least.
Thanksgiving was fantastic. Rob, the doggy, and I went up to Denver to spend time with my family. It was my first holiday with no meat and I can honestly say that I didn't miss it. Yay! I'm quite proud of myself. Next challenge: Christmas.
I've been thinking about my dad a lot lately. I mean, I always think about him but it's been more lately. Stupid holidays. I found a t-shirt of mine last time I was at the parents that was from the 1995 Women's Open at the Broadmoor that my papa (dad) took me too. I'm determined to go to the one this year and get another shirt. It made me so happy and then I remembered him taking me. That was our thing that we used to do; go to golf tournaments and eat lemonade shaved ice. I wish he was here to take me this year.
Anyways, I just wanted to check in. I'm alive, finally. :)