I'm not sure if it's the higher dosage of anti-depressants or the fact that
I've been getting up early every morning to go to the gym, but this week I feel
exceptionally chipper. I've actually caught myself humming and smiling at
people. I haven't done that in a while.

I've been choosing to walk in the sunlight, instead of the shadows.

For the record, let it be known that I hate, hate, hate the gym but it is
something I have to do. I started going about 2 years ago and it's been and on
again-off again kind of relationship. I tend to be extremely routine orientated
so when my schedule is thrown out of whack, it's hard for me to get back on the
horse.

Exercising at night just hasn't been doing it for me. It either makes me too
wound up or I find it far too easy to make excuses not to go. I've seen some
benefits to going in the morning. I think exercising has been giving my
day a little pep for a better start. I've also been sleeping better.

I used to be a night owl. I worked a late shift, I slept in all morning. I fear
I am becoming one of those Morning People. The Roommate is definitely NOT
one of those Morning People. But the time she rolls out of bed, I have gone to
the gym, worked out, eaten breakfast, shaved and showered, ironed my clothes,
gotten dressed, taken my vitamins and am walking out the door. Yet on the
weekend, she always marvels when I wake up before her. I suppose because I have
a history of sleeping in on the weekends.

Is this post really about anything? I feel like I am just blabbing. I've noticed
I've been doing more of that lately too. Just rambling on. I must have more
energy.