I am having a really rough time with March. Thankfully, it's coming to an end soon.

I've been to the gym a few times and started eating, some days. Still not feeling myself 100%.

BUT I'm trying.

So, I went to the gym tonight, for the first time in almost 2 weeks. I consider not coming home and going to bed by 6:30 progress.

Maybe tomorrow, or Friday, I'll feel up to it again. Can't really think too far ahead.

I'm trying.

Well, it's certainly been an eventful last week or so.

Seriously. Can I get boring and dull please? I'll take that over this any day.

I still have no appetite, though I've been trying to eat at least a little bit. Trust me, I know it's not healthy, and the last thing I need is any sort of major health complications because of it.

I know I am going to get through this. Things are just really difficult right now, and honestly, I am trying to make sense of my life right now. Fuck being 30. I thought this was all supposed to get easier as we got older?

I'm still down 11.5 pounds since last Monday. Have tried to at least eat once a day, and hoping that soon my normal appetite will return.

Down 11.5.

I still have minimal desire to eat. Maybe today.

Well, fuck my life.

I don't know how often I'll update for now. Maybe I won't for awhile. I'm not much in the mood to share any good news, well, because there isn't any.

Amazing what can change in a day.

I haven't been to the gym in days. I can't eat. I've lost 7 pounds since Monday.

I should be happy, right?

Fuck it.

Gym tonight. Gym tomorrow night after work with boyfriend. Gym Friday morning. Gym Sunday.

4x a week. I think that's pretty good considering I've been a bum since NOVEMBER.