I've been feeling like shit for months. Unable to go out of bed except for walking the dog to the supermarket and get myself some shitty junk food. The past few years I learned how to cook and it was one of the few things I could be proud of ; I finally learned to appreciate vegetables, and a ton of different, healthier things ; it felt great to somehow "evolve" as a person. I'd cook soups in batches, freeze a few portions for later ; I'd make a killer bolognese, some chilli, or some curry, and freeze some of that as well. I'd always have something more or less ready... Now I'm back to my old self, depressed and self-loathing, with veggies rotting in the fridge and empty bags of crisps lying around on the floor.

Today was a beautiful sunny day, one of those cold but bright days I actually really like, and around 11am I decided I'd go for a long walk with the dog, get ourselves in the sun, let her run around and do stuffs dogs do... It's now almost 6pm and I'm still in my fucking underwear, refreshing /new, and still making plans to go on that walk, but always a little later, after this video, after I've checked Facebook, after I've checked my emails... I spent most of the afternoon using Streetview to "walk" along country roads in New Zealand, daydreaming about the outdoor and a life of adventures. What a fucking pathetic irony.

Anyway... Sorry about this. Back to our regular program...