Punching the lights of out some dough might not be the answer to any of my problems but believe you me it helps. Not in the long run of course. One can not , unfortunately, avoid facing whatever test Allah has sent her way.
I have been depressed for almost 4 weeks (self diagnosed but it feels real to me) and I’m kind of getting a bit fed up now. I tried going along with it. I’ve tried ignoring it and pretending everything is ok. I’ve also tried talking to friends but I think a couple of times I might have chosen the wrong ones because they were as down or even more so than me 😆 And now, my dear readers, 1 st heavier and feeling quite ugly and uncomfortable in my own body, I have decided that enough is enough and it’s high time I did something to face reality.
By reality I mean, trying to find out what the h*** is it I want . Sort out my priorities and get real with myself. You might be thinking I’m crazy not knowing what I want but that is exactly my biggest problem. How am I supposed to claim it if I can not name it?!?! Do I just carry on with the things the way they are …Oh oh… this is turning out to be too painful a post. Time to switch off and make myself a cup of tea and stuff my face with more cakes and fatty stuff. I forgot to mention earlier that another thing I have tried to get myself out of the depressive mood I’m in is binge eating. Of course it does not solve anything and all that but that’s me , an emotional eater.
Anyways, this is what came out of all the punching and kneading…
Not bad considering I’m not in the mood for anything these days without forgetting also that the kitchen or anything domestic for that matter is never my forte.