Trying Not To Be Depressed

I think I'm depressed now, but as I ponder that I wonder if my life would be as interesting if not for the constant shuttling between depression and exhiliration, between frustration and fulfillment, between frightening doubt and zealous ambition ...

Yes, I am depressed, but I think I'm managing it well. I brought this year in with a month-long hospital stay *frown!* that shaved inches OFF of my torso *smile!* ... but alas, they are coming back *frown!* I'm feeling overweight and unattractive and I hate it. I can't afford to go back to the gym right now, either. I haven't been taking good care of myself either and I know it. So tonight, I'm starting with a sumptuous bath of milk and oatmeal to exfoliate all these dead skin cells. Then I'm going to wash my hair and give myself a DEEP conditioner. Then I'll shave and give myself a facial with Noxema and apricot kernel scrub. Then, I'll be ready for the next episode in this battle of the bulge, considering my diet. I want to be utterly beautiful this Saturday, but I know that it has to go deeper than that ...