The Coronvirus has cancelled our wedding. This week I have found myself at a new low that Jenna from a couple of week’s ago had no idea existed.
In my 20’s I took 0 risks, hardly went out, turned my strengths into weaknesses and ate a lot of dough.
Like the hot guy from Queer Eye said in one episode, “food is medicine” – sure, this quinoa and avocado skinny salad may make me feel smug, but rubbing this deep-fried chocolate doughnut over my body before shoving it in my mouth is going to shut my depression up for AT LEAST 5 minutes.
I thought my depression would’ve stayed at home in pissy West Sussex rather than joining me on my “Brits Abroad” style vacay, but no, it came along for the ride.
The darkness was proper in me tonight, and no I don’t mean that 00’s rock band who believed in a thing called love.
I don’t like to boast but I did a 10k run for charity this morning, and what did you do?