|"Truly a thing of beauty"|
I am told to exercise, as this increases mood. Okay, I already know this. But unfortunately the problem with depression is energy levels plummet, and to me, exercise is really difficult to get motivated about.
I wandered down into my man cave last evening. I scanned the area, noticed the treadmill, chin bar, free weights, then I noticed my banana bag.
Now, what the hell is a Banana Bag, no it's not a giant yellow banana. It is my beacon of hope, my salvation, my stress reliever, my coping strategy to improve my mood and physical well being. It truly is a think of beauty.
You can punch, kick, knee, hug, elbow, yell at, do what ever you want and it won't get angry with you. I have been missing Mr Banana for a while now. My rib is almost mended, and I can't wait to lay a serious ass kicking to it! Strangely enough he always forgives me.
Something to look forward to. Just what I need.
Now I have Jedi Powers (see previous blog) and Mr Banana Bag, Damn things are looking up!