After several scares (including one ER visit) brought on by what I later learned was GERD, my partner bought me a Fitbit to monitor my health rate and general health. I subsequently made a goal to lose fifty pounds and get back to my old weight. This was around August to December, and November was when I was struck with persistent sinus infections that only eased up when I was tested for allergies last month.
My last post was written when I was feeling down, but today was much better in comparison. I chalk that up to several things, like a sudden rush of muse for a few of my stories, and my autism diagnosis interview. I already knew I was autistic, and never would’ve gotten beyond the screening process if I wasn’t. But it was still very affirming to actually hear it said, and by someone who’s autistic herself and specializes in the subject.
Every now and then, a fleeting thought of a bad memory or encounter with a former friend or lover comes to mind and ruins my day. But that was yesterday, when I gave in to temptation and was unfortunately alone with my thoughts for most of the day.
Now that I’m on the tail end of my first round of edits (the hard part, as a lot of it involves rewriting), I’m starting to feel really good about my novella as a whole. What amuses me most is how I went from 45k to 40k, and 25 chapters to 20. I had to delete two chapters to make that happen, and combined the rest.
It's very basic and could use a little WD-40, but I love my treadmill. It's helping me achieve my step goal of 10k a day, much needed as I'm indoors most of the time. I used to walk a lot, and consistently, but this was back when I lived in rural Georgia and not a big city, like Cleveland. The metroparks are a huge plus, but it’s not something I can do everyday, especially with covid and winter storms swiftly approaching.
I used to make New Year's Resolutions, with a mix of doable and difficult to achieve tasks. The biggest for years was always “make some friends”. But I kept hitting a wall; it’s a mix of introversion, awkwardness, and living life completely oblivious to the fact that I’m autistic. It makes a ton of sense now, but I can’t say I’ve gotten this friendship thing under control.