Still not getting my act together since I got back from Palestine. I can't be bothered to plan, to buy healthy food; I'm eating carbs - huge great choc chip cookies - like there's no tomorrow. I still manage my daily walk but that's about it.
I know it's the dreaded black dog of depression but here's the weird thing - in past years, I've just succumbed to feeling dreadful until it lifts. This year, having a better understanding of being able to say 'oh, it's my seasonal depression', it actually makes me not try to do anything to lift it; 'it's just my depression'.
I'm doing the minimum required to not fail at my job.
I'm stressed to death about managing my old dogs' declining days.
I crave company and long for solitude.
I'm eating like a garbage disposal.
I'll try harder today.