Monday I felt l was getting better. More balanced. I was wrong. My depression worsened. On Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday I was in a very dark place. While I have been hit with depression dramatically longer, they aren’t as frequent as they use to be and therefore catch me off-guard. The positive is that I know they will pass. I know to just do the best I can until then. (Keeping that in mind is easier said than done when you are in the midst of it.)
Weight and Fitness
On Saturday, April 23 I weighed 263.2 lbs.
On Saturday, April 30 I weighed 264.2 lbs.
Total gain for the week: exactly 1.0 lb.
My goal for April was to lose 6 lbs. Instead I gained 2. Feeling very frustrated. I have committed myself to walk down the beach in the early mornings, just as I did when I lost a lot of weight a couple years ago. Now, I have to make a commitment to eat within my guidelines. That’s going to be more difficult.
Depression was the major factor, of course. When I’m depressed, I eat. Plain and simple.
For the first time since I began the novel, I’ve gone a week without writing. Not good. I’ve read many books on writing, including those by Janet Evanovich, Lawrence Block and Stephen King, and they all say the same thing – write every day no matter what even if it’s gibberish and needs to be tossed out the next day. In fact, King is insistent that any writer should be able to write a minimum of 2,000 words a day.
The week sucked. Have a nice day.