After yesterday’s blah-a-thon due to pain medication, I figured today would be more productive, but with more pain. I was half-right. I am in more pain, but I wasn’t productive. I did eat better though.
I need to clean my house. The dog hair has a life of it’s own, and is threatening to take over. I need to get back on the bike. I did ride 100 miles for the week, but 120 would have been better.
I did cook dinner today, but other than that I’ve watched some TV shows on iTunes, played with the computer, and talked to Kristy on the phone.
Back when I suffered from more serious depression I often felt like this, but I also felt trapped, or hopeless, or something. I don’t feel those things. I just have a complete lack of motivation.