I wish for once that my mind would allow me to feel OK. I woke up this morning feeling lousy, but got up and dressed before helping Dad with a job and then going out. I then set up my ps3, a job I had been putting off as its second hand and I dreaded something going wrong, but I managed to work through the one small issue I did have. I then spent a little time playing a few games.
I felt OK something that I rarely feel, but within hours I'm crying and wondering why bother. What's the point of making an effort when I still feel lousy? I am now trying to hold on to the fact that at least for a
little while I felt normal, but its hard when the depression is so overwhelming.
But I will try hard to hold onto that feeling, just as I have stuck to my diet for three weeks despite being tempted by a neighbour offering me her lovely home baked cake. How I managed to turn down cream filled cake I don't know but I did, I want to lose this weight just as I want to get well.
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