Hard day concentrating today.

Stupid ED is wanting me to walk around the block, burn more calories.

Manicky BP is saying, "Yeah, go do it! You have the energy! Try to break your latest exercise record!"

Depressed me is saying, "You're still fat. You're worthless. Why did you live through that stupid ulcer? You should have done X on that day in December for years ago. Anyone else would have. It's all your fault."

Shut up, brain.