So when doing laundry this morning, I realized that everything I wear, straight down to my socks, is nothing but black. I also noticed that I’m not the same person I was when I wore actually colors. When I wore colors, I was skinny, I was happier, calmer, no stress, living my best life. I want to go back to that. Clearly that wasn’t only about the color of the clothes I wore, but I’ve been in such a funk and emotionally not ok for a while. It took a turn for the worst when I got furloughed from my job. I haven’t worked in nearly a year. Now I’m lazy. I lack motivation, and have to really push myself to do anything. Winter months put a damper on my mood on top of it. It needs to stop snowing so much so I can get myself back outside. I need to be outside in the sun in warm weather. I need to get my ass back to working out. When I used to do my boot camp classes a few years ago at the gym, I loved it. I felt accomplished and my mood was great when I was finished. I need to kick my own ass and get back to where I want and need to be. Not just for myself, but for everyone around me. Who wants to be around doom and gloom all of the time? I certainly wouldn’t. I’ve also considered juicing and easing myself into a vegan diet. Obviously, baby steps, but these are goals that I would like to get to. One thing at a time. Easy steps first. A few new shirts with color and getting myself outside more to get some grounding in.