the good and the bad
Friday night: Swank dinner, drinks on a gorgeous balcony and a great live show at a gorgeous historic theatre.
Saturday: Buying a replacement helmet, Scott bringing my bike home, 4 hours at the lake (naked on a kayak), having Scott stay at my place for once.
Sunday: Rode the piglet around the neighborhood and back into the shed, saw a picture of myself (riding the bike) showing how fucking big my gut has gotten, became depressed and unable to do nothing the rest of the day (despite plans for lunch/swimming with Scott's family and seeing my favorite band at a great venue).
When I'm depressed, it's not just that I can't do the things I'm supposed to do, but also can't do the things I want to do- the things that might make me feel better. Once my stress gets past a certain point, I feel helpless in keeping the demons from eating me alive.
Saturday: Buying a replacement helmet, Scott bringing my bike home, 4 hours at the lake (naked on a kayak), having Scott stay at my place for once.
Sunday: Rode the piglet around the neighborhood and back into the shed, saw a picture of myself (riding the bike) showing how fucking big my gut has gotten, became depressed and unable to do nothing the rest of the day (despite plans for lunch/swimming with Scott's family and seeing my favorite band at a great venue).
When I'm depressed, it's not just that I can't do the things I'm supposed to do, but also can't do the things I want to do- the things that might make me feel better. Once my stress gets past a certain point, I feel helpless in keeping the demons from eating me alive.