Battling the FUNK...

The kinda depressed feeling, the Funk, is trying to creep it's way back in. I am holding on by my fingertips keeping it at bay. I don't want to be powerless against it and sink into the hole so I'm fighting. Even though I don't want to, I am. It's hard. Hubby doesn't get it. That doesn't help things. What does help? Exercise. Pushing myself to do things even when I don't want to. Mostly, if I get going, get started, I can push through and feel better. But it's a struggle. Food is my friend at these times. Food makes me feel better....but not for very long. After the first initial "feel good", I feel worse because I've just undone a part of the good thing I've been working so hard at. It's a vicious cycle. Yesterday had good parts and bad. Today I'm gritting my teeth and trying to push through. I haven't made any big food mistakes so far, but the thought is there.... wouldn't a candy bar taste good right now? I have a walk scheduled this evening with my sis-in-law. I'm getting things done around the house....slowly, but it's better than curling up on the couch or crawling back into bed. Guess I better get back to it...