Worst Day of the Year

Today is considered the worst day of the year in these parts of the Northern Hemisphere. Not only is it cold - and it has been cold over much of the country, it seems - but Seasonal Affective Disorder tends to kick in. Last week, for reasons largely outside my control, I only got to play racquetball Monday and Tuesday. But when I didn't play on Friday, I thought I was going to lose it. I know that exercise is important in fighting SAD, so this was doubly frustrating.

For me, there is a reverse correlation between exercise and eating; the less I exercise, the more I eat, and usually the stuff on this list rather than this one.

The mantra THIS TOO SHALL PASS is only mildly satisfactory, but, fortunately, generally accurate.




ROG