Change in my pocket

It's been a couple weeks.  I'm trying to do more in my new lifestyle.  I bought an exercise bike in an effort to not get winded so easily.  After a few days of the stock seat designed for a butt that is nothing but deep crack, I replaced it with a normal Schwin seat that finally allowed me to make it thirty minutes.
By the way, I'm typing this on my tablet I got a few months back that I got a case/keyboard for; so bear with me that this Blogger app doesn't have a spell check.
See?  Changes.  So many changes.
But, no not really.  Still trying to get used to a seperation lifstyle where there is no actual seperation.  Top that with deadlines at work that keep happening one right after another.  I know it may not have been a completely good idea for me to get off of my antidepression antianxiety medication, but I figure I made it thirty years without it; I should try and get back to how I was before I got o them.  If anything, I trace all of the who I was before I became just a solo part of a relationship.  She says that she hasn't felt for me the way she did for quite some time, so I blame the drugs.
Again, just unanswered words in the ether, but I have to pick something to start with that might be taken notice.  It's hard to make an effort when no one seems to notice or care, so we'll see how the no drugs (I know, medication) go.