Eleganza Lethargica ๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ’ƒ

My sleeping patterns have become as deranged as Boris’ hair; and in turn, I have become as lethargic as the comatose people addicted to the BBC’s fearful programming.

Still, there is solace to be found in being able to dress up … for a dressing down?

A brain which is chemically engineered towards depression like mine doesn’t fare well at all with lack of sleep.

In fact, the combination is as lethal as the duo of clowns currently destroying the United Kingdom. But at least in my case, I have nobody’s demise on my conscience but the temporary failing to keep up with my healthy regime.

Yeah- I did order takeout twice this week *flagellates self with pizza place leaflet*.

In the grand scheme of things though, I am able to relativise the triviality of it all – considering I am currently breathing the same air as people who want to inject the rest of humanity for a flu.

Thankfully, I have learnt so much about myself and my depression that I am able to recognise my current state for what it is : a temporary glitch.

I still made it to the gym twice this week, AND managed to book time off at work …so there are results this week, and that’s what matters!

After all, it is not the speed that matters, but the direction in which I am going.

With Love & Zzzz

Scream for me!