I've determined that today is going to be a good day.

I made biscuits and fried potatoes with onions for breakfast. Comfort food. I struggle with breakfast. It's rare that I eat something for breakfast that I really love like I love fried potatoes and biscuits. I don't think it's possible to have a bad day when you eat biscuits and fried potatoes for breakfast.

It's been a rough week so far. A wracking sobs in the shower kind of week. I don't know how long it's been since I've done that. Years, I think.

But I'm done with that week. Today is going to be a good day.

I made my biscuits with 1/3 whole wheat flour that we ground ourselves and a couple ounces of cream cheese in place of some of the butter and plain greek yogurt mixed with skim milk instead of buttermilk. Biscuits a girl can feel good about eating. I only baked half the biscuit dough. If pillsbury can keep biscuit dough in the fridge, I ought to be able to. That's my thinking anyway. We'll see how they bake up tomorrow.

I'm also wearing a new pair of pants. It's slightly silly to be wearing a new pair of pants when I have four perfectly good, nearly new pairs of pants folded in my closet. The problem is I can't wear those pants because I started a new medication over the summer and I'm about ten pounds fatter than I used to be. I don't mind the ten pounds. I do mind needing to buy pants when I already have pants. I'm too poor for that.

To counteract the necessity of purchasing new pants, I started a fitness challenge with a friend. As part of the challenge I weigh and measure myself weekly. It's been about seven weeks. I've just danced around my original weight (never being more than two pounds away from it either up and down which really just means I'm stable), but there has been a significant change in my inches. I've lost about half an inch around my waist and gained between half an inch to an inch everywhere else (i.e., calves, thighs, hips, chest, arms). I'm officially larger in circumference than I was when I started which will not help me get into those pairs of pants that don't fit anymore. I gave in and went pants shopping yesterday. I am now the proud owner of one pair of unpatched pants, one pair of pants that has been patched once, and one pair of pants that has been patched twice. Yes, it's true, I'm a pants patcher. I'm determined to make those three pairs last until I can wear the other four pairs of nearly new pants in my closet.

Incidentally I'm about halfway through a book on happiness. I did not come across the book because I walked into the library and begged the librarians to direct me toward some happiness books. I've had the book on my to read list for months and physically on my bookshelf for about three weeks. It just so happens I'm reading it the same week that I've been really struggling. Maybe it's fate?

I think I need another biscuit.