Well, I'm writing this on Tuesday the 29th and have quite a bit of stuff to catch up on. Lots of thoughts and feelings to write about. So I'm just going to take it one thing at a time.
I'll start with Father's Day (the 20th) since I didn't write about it there. Father's Day was really hard, and I was not expecting that. I would have thought the anniversary of his death would have been worse, but nope, it was freaking Father's Day. I think that's going to be my hard day of the year. And I had already gone through one fatherless Father's Day but I guess I was in too much of a shock since it had only been 22 days since he passed away the first go-around. And Facebook was full of people wishing each other Happy Father's Day and it just got to be too much and for the first time that I can remember I sought out exercise to make me feel better. I left the house and I went to the gym. Took Melina for the first time. First instructor in months that gave me 600+ calories (601). I used to do 600's when I was heavier but not for a while. Most give me 430-470, Kathy gives me high 500's consistently, but Melina gave me 601. Got a nice Zumba buzz and it was the best way to beat the Father's Day blues. That day was a complete surprise to me, though. I am in no way over the grieving process, it turns out.
The depression has been gone since 5/22/10. Nowadays I don't even have to fight it off, it doesn't come. Never say never but I will never be depressed again, I will fight it off, but haven't had to fight it off for a couple of weeks.
And this will close this off. On to the next week, where I discuss the marathon, even though it happened on 6/26.
