It was my birthday
I was worried, being aware of my sister's eating habits. Friday night she got in around 4-ish and didn't ingest anything but alcohol for the rest of the day; I made thin crust pizza and a big healthy salad for dinner and she didn't have any. Saturday morning she had a couple of pop tarts she'd brought with her and a canned coffee drink -- I had made chocolate chip scones for breakfast for a treat, and brewed coffee, she didn't partake. She didn't have anything for lunch, and at my birthday dinner had a single slice of takeout pizza that my parents brought, not even any of the cupcakes we made.
She looked heavier than usual, but not anywhere near overweight. She's probably 5'5" and about 125 pounds. According to heresay she's had trouble with bulimia in the past but insists it's not an issue anymore. I worry about her.
I've written a little bit on here about my struggle with depression and how it relates to getting motivated to move my body around and eat the right things. On Friday afternoon I went and talked to my doctor about my symptoms having gotten worse again. I was nervous about talking to him because he's not a very touchy-feely kind of guy, kind of brusque even, but he just listened to the symptoms I described and adjusted my dose for me. It might take 4-6 weeks to really feel the change but already (maybe just due to hope of change) I'm feeling a little better, more energized and back on track.
I went to the gym today for the first time in month. I've got my next week's worth of meals and exercise planned out. And while I was at the gym I picked up a copy of the current schedule of classes both there and at the pool.
I varied my speed on the treadmill
I think I am going to turn another corner now.