Day 150

What a day. Slept at 10.30. Many awakenings through the night, final one at 4 am. Out of bed by 6.30. Mini workout attempt. Nausea and dizziness like falling off the bike and fainting. Emergency poop. Unbecoming dizziness for hours. Hasty breakfast and chamandi making. Flop and flop. Stuffed the poor sandwich somehow, despite no appetite. Bhagavad Gita underway. 4 episodes in. Book ordered. Aadi concert. Same old, love and positivity and good vibes from AA. Toxicity and negativity and annoyance from SS. Fun time, albeit effort intensive. All that pretending. Skirt debut. Floral skirt hole, sob sob. Must fix. Angry return. Wail at boy. Stress about tomorrow. Then - a resolve. Yet again. To know thyself. To be kinder. To be more AA. To living in my truth. The truth shall set me free. To breathing and calm and good vibes only. NSSS. And a bit more regular sweating, starting sunday. To ward off any more fainting spells. And iron. Injections. 

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