For three days I woke up at 6, went running, laid out in the sun for an hour or so and read, ate relatively well, read my scriptures, listened to old general conference sessions at work, and went to sleep before midnight. I felt fantastic. I was happy and was sure that nothing could get me down.
Today I slept in until 10, sat inside all day, ate some granola bars, a banana dipped in nesquick powder, and some weirdly flavored goldfish crackers, and I'm about to head to work. I feel awful. I'm upset and angry and have that feeling where I want nothing more than to just go crawl under my covers and stay there curled up in a ball and hide from the world until I die or someone drags me out. Ok, that's a bit over dramatic, but I would love to curl up and sleep for the rest of the day.
It shouldn't be so surprising that all that stuff they taught us in health all those years isn't crap.
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