60 to Sexy

I get super prone to bouts of skull crushing depression sometimes, for what it’s worth. It’s like dancing on a trap-door, and most of the time it’s exactly that, dancing on a trap-door. This week I fell down the trap-door. Fell down hard.

And on the outside, when depressed it seems totally rational to try and better the situation, maybe in this case, working out or something.

When I get depressed, being rational is third from the last thing I ought to be.

Aside from a couple of decent kettlebell workouts this week (and a decent walk yesterday), long story short, I would like a do-over on this week. Especially on the diet front. Especially on the diet front. I’m looking into Intermittent Fasting. It helps, especially if there is no money to be spent on food.

The situation is precarious.