I ran some errands in the morning, but I didn't feel like doing anything but sitting around. I certainly did not feel like doing any exercise. I considered options -- weights at the athletic club, a long walk around the neighborhood, the treadmill or a dip in the apartment complex swimming pool -- and discarded them all. One part of my brain told me it would be healthy and probably relieve the depression a bit, but another, louder and more persistent part of my brain stuck its fingers in its ears and went, "La, la, la, la, la! I can't hear you!"
After lunch I went to Starbucks and then picked up a few things from Target. When I got home it was almost two, and I decided there was -- and it was -- time to go walk on the treadmill before Tom got home. The la-la-la-la part of my brain kicked in, but this time I ignored it. I changed, went up to the fitness center -- which I had all to myself -- and walked on the treadmill while watching a documentary about the ancient Sumerians.
Side note: Documentaries about ancient empires, while fascinating, can summon unsettling comparisons to not-so-ancient empires, if you catch my meaning, if you get my drift.After an hour on the treadmill and a good shower, I felt much better. My mood had lifted and I found myself easily making healthy food choices at and after dinner. I went to bed and slept well.
It helps when I do the healthy things.