I am happy and you can bet that I am sucking the blood out of every minute of it.

It was not until I pulled myself up out of my funk, that I realized how long I have been down.

Because I like this, indulge me, while I try to analyze it.

I started feeling better when I forced myself to exercise (walking 2-3 miles a day and rolling on a ball).

Although I initially gained 3 pounds, I am now down 5 pounds from my original starting weight which means that I have lost 8 pounds in five days. I reckon if I can gain that much in a span of days, then surely I can lose it.........it is soooo lovely being on the losing end, for once.

I have Hope in my house and I am catering to her every whim. I want her to be happy here and I want her to stay. My house is a very sad sight without her so I will never speak ill of her again.

I gardened today. I planted and tilled the earth until it was dark. I am sore but I feel so good. I relished every plant and flower and I felt the warmth of the sun for the first time this season. Unfortunately, I am murdering millions of snails at this very moment. This is the night of their doom. They will feast on delicious pellets of death and I will be able to see the massacre in the morning and that, pleases me greatly.

I am so incredibly grateful for my husband. He is my granite and watches with amusement while I flit through life. We are so incredibly opposite and yet he continues to encourage and support me. He takes the time to listen to my fears and he validates and encourages me.

I am very happy right now, today. Actually, I think I have been happy for a few days now.

I rather like it here.