I am stuck in a rut.
I am stuck in a depressive funk.
I am slipping in to that whole again, where food is my source of comfort. Or am I?
I haven’t wanted food, I am feeling dizzy, light headed and sick. I have eaten a tiny amount of chocolate and some of M’s crisps. I have drank gallons of water. My head is fuzzy. I am fuzzy.
Depressive funk? Yes.
Eating through it? No.
I am feeling so very low, so very tired, so very fuzzy.
I want to sleep, and rest and sleep.
To paraphrase Fatboy Slims new song, I want to: “Eat, Sleep, Sleep, Repeat”
How do I increase my energy levels? How do I increase my want for exercise again?
How do I stop being so hard on myself?
BAD DAYS HAVE TURNED IN TO BAD WEEKS!!
I want thing, I really do, but I don’t want to exhaust myself more that I already am.
I feel fluey, but without the cold element. I want cuddles and comfort and sleep.
I want big warm jumpers and PJ days.
I want to loose weight, I do, but I can’t at the moment, not when I am feeling like this.
I am a failure for the time being. A big fat failure, and I am letting no body down but myself.