Going swimming. That was good, it was an effort to control my body and my emotions. My changing when I got home, that's control over my efforts here, an attempt to do something useful because I'm dressed for it. Perhaps haul the microwave cart to the sidewalk and put a sign on it, "Free". Empty the remaining trash. Efforts to exert control over this house. I'm looking at stray stacks of papers that need to be put where I can manage them better.
I have my diet power program going again, after a 29-day hiatus. Control of my eating.
It's all good. I'm getting it back.
I have resolved not to respond to any more personal ads for at least a week. I can look at profiles and "clip" some if they seem interesting, but I won't respond to any for a week. That way, if anyone I've already written to writes back I will be able to pay attention. And if anyone finds my profile and writes to me that would be even better, I think. I don't seem to be good at finding men who find me interesting or appealing.