I'm sorry it's been so long.

Since my last blog a lot has happened.

One of my biggest fears materialized: my grandmother passed away.

The story is complicated but I'll summarize that in the end I became the executor and now I live in/own her house.

It's been a great source of pride for me, that I, at 31 years own a house with no mortgage. How many 31 year olds can say that?

I miss her. I've had several dreams about her. When I first moved in I heard noises that were like people noises moving around in another room, but I was alone. I didn't feel threatened at all though I just listened and thought maybe grandma's ghost was trying to tidy up my mess in the kitchen. lol. Lately I haven't noticed the sounds. We've been taking good care of the house and I think grandma is at peace with letting it go.

We moved in Feb 2018 and ever since it's been one project after another.

Gardening has been extreme (weeding, mulching, planting, fertilizing, pruning, staking, rearranging, landscaping, etc), cleaning, moving, painting, repairing. So much. So much.

I've lost a lot of weight because the combination of meds and being so busy. When gramma died I was 182. Now I'm around 148. 5'7". But I'm extremely athletic and I work out so I have a good deal of muscle tone. In other words, I look healthy, not emaciated.

The Vyvanse was my top pick, but it was too expensive. I ended up switching to Adderall. It works the same, but it's not as helpful with my Bulimia. I don't binge/purge a lot, but more than I did on the Vyvanse.

The Guamfensen? I'm misspelling. I stopped immediately. It was like magic mushrooms. The walls were melting.

I stopped Celexa for a bit. Then I was getting depressed and went back on at half-dosage and that seems to work for me the best.

Whew keep it that way. Know too many people got mortgages on houses they owed nothing on, never want to do that unless it's a choice between that and going hungry, and I think I'd rather go hungry.