After that freak-out I had the other day, I've kind of calmed down a bit.
Okay. I threw a hissy fit, flipped a metaphorical table, and now it's time to pick myself up and deal with things and try to be positive. It's time to buck up and take some initiative. Yeah!
So, I'm not much of a Tolkien fan, but I decided to download a document that tracks walking distance from Hobbiton to Rivendell, and other locations in Middle Earth, until you get to Mount Doom. And then you do the whole thing back again all the way to Bag End. And I'm going to do that by running on a treadmill, since it's too fucking cold to go out walking in the winter. Maybe it's kind of silly, but it's nice to have a goal to work toward. And fortunately, this thing does the math for conversion from kilometres to miles for you, too.
... So far I've walked 1.1 miles. Uh. Looks like it's going to be a loooong way to Rivendell.
I don't know if I'll be able to manage it on the days that I get home at 7, but I'm going to try. What's there to lose, really? And on days when I get home at 5, well, that's very doable. Very reasonable.
It's just - well, self esteem issues aside, I really can not afford to not do something with myself. The problems my mother has been having have made me realize this. And hell, even with her heart problems, she's probably healthier than I am! It's just that her heart has problems. So I need to work at getting my body in as good condition as I can, so that I can put off what I'm starting to feel will be an inevitable heart attack. I might want to die, but I'll go when I'm good and ready, thanks.
Ugh. Well. Let's see how long this lasts. If I can build a habit of it... I might end up doing pretty well. Let's hope!