Lately, I’ve been feeling like a bit of a hermit.
Wake up, eat, work, eat, work, eat, work, eat, insanity, eat, sleep.
Rinse and repeat. Occasionally throw in a run.
Even with offers to do social things, I find myself backing away and just sticking to my home and quiet. It isn’t depression. I just tend to avoid awkward new situations. They are terrifying to me at times. Never knowing what to say to people. Never sharing too much of my own story.
Do I just not have much to say or is it that I’m not used to letting people in?
While life is enjoyed, I sometimes feel that it is being wasted. Is this what it has come down to? The simple life of home? Am I boring?
It certainly has its benefits for weight loss and finances. I’m not tempted to buy or eat things that aren’t a part of the plan.
In short, am I happy/satisfied with my life? No, but I think that this route will lead me to a place where I would have the best chance. Or, I could be fooling myself and just doing this because it is more comfortable than trying something new.