Short Update

So....I've been depressed most of the last year. It happens.

I started following the Paleo Autoimmune Protocol diet in July to try to get my unexplainable body pain under control. It works. So far I know that eggs, tomatoes, and potatoes cause me pain, and I have problems with wheat and milk to some degree as well. My weight dropped to 123 lbs when I was following the diet and feeling well, then jumped right up to 145 once I succumbed to the depression and desire for holiday / comfort / sugary foods. The awful pain came back, too. Live and learn. The pain is gone and I'm back down to 130. It's a start.

I started learning how to make pottery in the fall. It makes me happy when it works. I gave a piece of pottery to most of my friends and family for Christmas. I'm in the process of making a set of mugs as a gift for a local restaurant. It's slow going because I chose crappy clay and have to test out how the glazes interact with it. I also have my own potter's wheel at home. It's a good thing.


I started taking the recommended supplements from the book The Mood Cure. It's only been a little over a week and I'm feeling much better. I actually prefer living to not living. I don't have to bargain myself out of bed in the morning. I cook and eat food without hating it. And most importantly, I've found the strength to walk away from a friendship that has been methodically ripping me apart from the inside out for four years. It's a huge step. It was time. I'm walking on.

I deactivated my Facebook account. Too much of my time was taken up by it, and I had far too many mutual friends with Preston - the aforementioned friend - to feel safe there. I missed being able to crow and whine to a large audience for three days.....and then I just didn't. I don't think about it, and I don't miss it. I do miss writing about what I'm working on, though, so that's why I'm reviving this pitiful corner of the internet.

Lastly, I've been spending most of my thinking time planning out my Hole in the Ground - a dugout greenhouse I intend to live and grow in when I start my farm sometime down the road. Plans make me feel calm and strong. Greenhouses make me warm and content. The smell of dirt reminds me of love and childhood. It will be good.

Ok, so this wasn't exactly short.
Next time, I hope I have something interesting and worthwhile to share.