H just moved out, 13 months post-bomb

[Dawn of Hope]

Well, I dodged the bullet of having the water get shut off. That's taken care of now. Still have a big stack of bills to deal with, though.

I was out with friends tonight (my friend Lynn and her H), and I also finally did my weekly workout (the program I use only requires half an hour of my time, once or twice a week, although I do other forms of less-strenuous exercise too) that I've been procrastinating on for about four days (just last week I did my first workout in two months). So I'm giving myself a pat on the back for that; that should help get me back on the right track after all the cookies and pie I've been eating! Lynn commented to me that she thinks my H (who is a friend of hers too) is totally freakin' nuts, because if she were a guy married to someone who looks like me, she wouldn't be going ANYWHERE! And that was without even mentioning OW specifically, when Lynn has met her and knows full well that OW is about as big around as she is tall! So...that made me feel pretty good, since I don't get a lot of compliments these days. But I was explaining to her in passing, during a conversation about something else, that I had never had much confidence in my appearance until after the bomb, oddly enough, despite all the compliments H gave me over the years, which tapered off eventually because it was so discouraging to him that I had a hard time believing they were true.

Today while I was doing my Bible study, I came across some scriptures about laziness that really smacked me between the eyes. I realized that the way I have been using (or rather, not using) my time has been, at best, faulty; at worst, sinful. That being said, I am going to bed now, and planning to get to church tomorrow morning, and will work to use my time better tomorrow.

Peace,
Dawn