After nearly two months of moving the least amount possible (and subsequently gaining many pounds), I did some exercise this evening. It wasn't much, but it was something, and I plan to get back to the level of fitness I was at before the depression hit. Hopefully I'll get even better. I swear, I'm like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde with taking care of myself. When I'm feeling good I eat healthy food and I exercise nearly every day. But when that dark cloud hits, I just don't care. I don't even want to live, let alone put the effort forth to take care of myself. And I know diet and exercise HELP depression, but my priorities change when I'm not myself. It's a terrible cycle to be on, and I feel so bad about it, but at least I'm trying to get back on track now.
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