Day 190

I get so tired at night that I forget to write anything.  Yesterday was a good day.  I went to Costco, mostly for eggs, spinach, mushrooms, and a huge thing of Kleenex to take to school in September that was on sale.  I went to an open house for a graduating senior.  I went to the gym.  I spent a lot of time writing more unsent letters.  I'm at about the last 4 I think.  They are all to me.  The part of me that thinks I need to be perfect.  The me that hates conflict.  The me that still feels overweight.  And the me that feels unloved.  I know none of these are either true or good for me.  And yet a lot of the time I operate as if they were true.  From reading some depression/self-esteem literature I know that these thoughts are "distorted" and as soon as I can convince myself that they are distorted and that there is a more logical way to be thinking about things, I know I'll feel "better".