i have to get over this
depression is a rotten, rotten thing. it’s not like I hate life, or that things are truely all that bad, but it just kind of seems like somewhere in the past few years I’ve just sort of given up on believing in myself. I used to think that if I put my mind to it, I could do anything. And now? Most days I think I’d at least say maybe. Honestly though? Most of the time I definitely don’t feel that. I feel like I can get by; I’m not dumb, but I’m just not all that great either. I’m back in school again and while in some ways its great, in some ways it’s been horrible. There’s nothing quite like showing up to a classroom and knowing that you are a decade older than most of the people in there. I suppose that wouldn’t be all that bad, but knowing that they are a decade younger, actually in shape and looking good (and yes, I realize that I can loose weight, but you can’t just “loose” saggy skin- and to make things even better my boyfriend tells me that it looks like my hair is thinning. and it is. good lord, and i’m barely in my thirties), AND I’m not even A’s in some of the classes. Nothing like feeling old, out of shape, terribly unattractive and dumb. Man, am I ever throwing myself a pity party. Seriously though, it just sometimes seems like whats the point in putting in all the effort of getting in shape when I know I’m still not even really going to look good? I do realize that there is more to weight loss than just looking good- there is the feeling good and being able to do physical activity, which really is totally worth it, and I know that in my head, but damn, it’s still depressing as all hell.
And on that note… food hasn’t been good today. Once again, I’m thinking its just me feeling the way I do at the moment. Oatmeal with dried fruit, nuts, peanut butter and a few dark chocolate chocolate chips. So, not great, but could be worse. Two cups of coffee with milk. And half a reeses peanut butter tree. I don’t even remember what I had for lunch. A package of peanut butter crackers, I think. Dinner was a bowl of spinach/mushroom/artichoke bisque with naan and a nice, big bowl of coffee ice cream. I’d ask what is wrong with me, but I know what it is. I feel completely worthless and the junk food is momentary gratification. As for the rest of it- it’s in the apartment, it’s already there and I just don’t have time to go to the damn store and cook at the moment. On the plus side, I did drink a decent amount of water and actually took my vitamins. Now if I could just convince myself I’m not a useless sack of mostly water…
I don’t know if any of this even makes a bit of sense. But there it is and now its time to get onto finishing the heap of homework I can barely comprehend.
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