One thing

I suppose it's important to have goals. Today it's "get out of bed and go to work."
I have a killer fever blister...haven't had one in ages, and this one hurts all the way up the side of my face giving me a headache. Two days now.
Exercise is not something I want to do, but work is good for getting out of myself.
I figure if I do one thing good for me, at least it's something. So, I'm going to try to eat well.
I worry about food. I worry that I won't have enough. Sometimes that makes me overeat. I have no idea where that comes from...well, maybe I do. My mother. She always carried a snack. Nuts. An orange. Take note that my mother nibbled very little in an anorexic way but always had food handy. (she most likely still does, I'm just not around her.) (and p.s., she's in her 80s, on no medication and very healthy)
It's a habit. I always have food. Do I have fear of hunger? I certainly eat unecessarily.
So, I'm going to take that with me today. I'm not going to starve. I'm going to eat just enough.
And I have spring rolls with incredible dipping sauce for dinner. Aaahh. Vegetables. Elixer of life.
Hopefully, one good turn will lead to the next. Eat right = exercise = feel better.