I’ve almost completely stopped smoking weed, went about two weeks without any at all until some mysterious shoulder injury kept me from sleeping for a few days and I was desperate. I’ve only smoked a tiny amount before bed a handful of times since, and I don’t have any desire to smoke during the day at all. So not perfect, but could be a lot worse.

I’ve been walking for at least an hour most days, mostly kept up with reading more books. I’ve been having a lot of other issues that I can’t control that are making life harder than it needs to be, so I’m honestly just happy I’m not taking any huge steps backwards. Barely hanging on feels like a huge victory lately