171.5 this morning, so everything hasn't completely gone off the rails in my absence. I suppose it can be considered "good news" that these days my depression issues no longer mean gaining a bunch of weight while I try and deal with them.
Been a very busy month as March always is for me. All sorts of work friends and colleagues come pouring in for the month and I try and catch up with folks. There was a big conference last week and I spent Thursday through Sunday hanging with friends I see once or twice a year.
That was great and tons of fun, but it was a stark reminder how much I don't like being alone all the time, which is what things are like most of the year. It's not even a dating thing (though that's part of it), I simply have very rare opportunities to actually spend time with and talk to people. My only option is usually to go to a bar and talk to the bartenders, and that unfortunately necessitates beers.
I'm also acutely feeling like I'm simply running out of time to make any meaningful change in this situation. Took a picture of me yesterday and it looked like I've aged 10 years and gained 30 pounds since Xmas (though I've only aged 3 months and actually lost a pound or two). So I guess the solution is to stop backsliding and re-dedicate myself to being as truly exceptional as I can be: make as much money as I can and (more importantly) look as good as I can.
The good news: I'm under contract for another year at my job with a small raise. At a pound a week I'm only about 16 weeks away from a weight where I should be "shredded." And my lifts when I workout have mostly gone up slightly and have not gone down anywhere. These are things that i'm in position to capitalize on, so I better do so.
So anyway, sorry for being gone so long, and double sorry for coming back when I'm maybe not in the best of shape emotionally, but I'm nowhere close to giving up and I do have some optimism still that I can be better. So I'm gonna run with that for now.
Happy St. Patrick's Day.
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