Food: Friend and Foe

I  eat, according to my Fitbit, about 2000 calories a day on a day when I can actually manage 3 meals. I also burn about that much on an ordinary day where I'm working or doing chores all day.

I try to eat protein, because I find that on days I don't have protein, my depression is worse, meds or not.

But some days my meds make everything taste terrible, even stuff I know I love, as above, and between that and the depression telling me I don't need to be stuffing my face anyway,  it's a real struggle to eat.

Dress For ... what?

Dress for success?

Dress for the job you want?

Dress for the dress code?

Dress for what you get paid?

Dress for what you can afford?

Dress for what makes you comfortable enough to work a whole day?

 

 

And of these outfits, which one shows how competent and professional I am at my job?  Which one shows customer satisfaction after dealing with me? 

 

Neither.

 

Clothing can't denote intangible traits, but the corporate world sure acts like it can. "You gotta spend money to make money".   That's wrong.  And it's just another facet of the "keep the rich rich, and make damn sure the poor stay poor" design that has been imposed on American Society.  I have resigned myself to my talent and skill never being valued because I don't look the part and can't afford to look the part wallet-wise or health-wise.

 

 

Reference: The Spoon Theory

 



Budgeting With Depression

I am not currently going through this -- not at the moment.  But there have been many a month where I had less than 14 pills with two weeks to go until a payday  not dedicated to the rent.

And yes, the choice is gas or  meds, because choosing both is choosing overdraft and the fact that the bank punishes people for not having enough money to get both.

Neither choice is good for the depression.

Aircon Saga 3: Return of the Son of the Struggle with Stupidity

My boyfriend and I were discussing where we'd move in when he comes down to Atlanta. I asked him if he'd mind living where I am now.

He said he'd prefer not given the trouble I've had with this complex.

I don't know what I was thinking. Between the fact I've been robbed here, and the fact that the so-called "security gate"  has not been closed for upwards of two years, a simple Twitter search for #lightbulbsaga should've been enough to remind me.

But no, the universe wanted me to really get the message.

The a/c was out a week ago. I called a week ago, but then Dragon*Con came up, and when I got back it was not fixed, resulting in me not being able to sleep or do much else due to being baked alive.

So yeah, will be glad to see this complex receding in a rearview in the next nine months.

Mental Images I Can Do Without: Spring Has Sprung Edition

Gotta remember to stay hydrated as the temp goes up.

The Stink Eye

Yeah.

I have spent the past week since I breathed some mold while tagalonging with friends as they househunted reassuring people every time I cough that "it's just asthma, I'm not contagious."

Gotta love swine flu hysteria.

Though that political cartoon I saw saying it'll spread like wildfire because people are afraid to stay home in this economic climate so they'll come in sick -- probably has a very, very good point. So good a point I tried to get flu shots at my job because I know for a fact somebody will come in sick and spread it to the rest of us.