Patting my own back

As I'm sure all of you know by now, my mood has been less than perfect lately. Hitting the breaking point and having to wait 6 months to fix it, is so not easy. BUT as I wrote before, I promised myself that I would put my energy into exercising each time I felt like having a panic attack and that's just what I did. Instead of crying, or buying a bottle of wine to down, I instead put on the gym clothes, drove my ass to 24 hour fitness and did a few miles on the treadmill. As much as I hate exercising, it really does help change my mood. I'm proud of myself for going. The old Rosie would have sat depressed on the couch and ate her feelings. I am also proud to announce that after having a retinal scan, they were able to look at the veins inside my eyes which can determine diabetes. Last time I went to the doc, when I was at my heaviest, he had told me I was pre-diabetic. So this time when I had the scan, he checked and there was no warning sign of diabetes. Good job, Rosie. Good job.