It's the middle of winter and I'm sick of it all. I'm ready for warm summer days and nights. I'm sick of being on the verge of tears. At least I hope that's the reason for my depression. If it is depression. Tomorrow I go talk to my therapist, maybe she'll give me some helpful hints to deal. I don't want to go from January to April feeling like this again.
I've got one project on the needles right now - okay two but the blanket is long term. I'm not sure if I dislike double knitting or having to look at the pattern every couple of stitches. But the scarf is going slow. Okay, I lied. I have three projects - a pair of socks for me.
We've started back to the gym. Yesterday was cardio, today will be weights. Plus karate tonight. I like the idea of losing weight and getting fit, but hate the work to do it. Isn't it easier to be fat and happy? Oh wait, I'm not happy.