So - a little letter:
To anyone out there who is depressed,
Also to me, in about four weeks' time when I'm being a moron again,
Please do have the therapies. They are good. Especially the ones where you talk and blame your parents or the pope or the government. Also, have the medication if you need it. It can help you cope. Especially with those little bastards who insist on shouting "mummy" at the top of their voices a million times a day. But after all that? Find yourself a sport. Do it three times a week, for at least half an hour. Ideally an hour. Doesn't matter what, as long as you
love itcan bear it.
There's only one rule: you must (MUST) break a sweat. Your heart rate has to be up the entire time. I get mine to 150 and keep it there. It doesn't matter what you do. Gardening works, but not careful pruning. I mean taking out a tree trunk, or weeding vigorously. Cleaning works, but not gently dusting the piano. You have to scrub and bend and go up and down the stairs. A lot. I suppose sex would work, but only the extremely frantic kind and in the more "challenging" positions, and crucially you'd have to find a partner willing and able to keep up with you at high intensity for forty minutes three times a week, so good luck with that if that's your preferred option.
My personal favourite is the exercise bike at the gym. I take my little mp3-player and I program it with all my favourite up-tempo juvenile and/or sexy songs. And holy crap does it ever work. I am new. NEW, I tell you.
Go forth and exercise. I implore you. Think of the CHILDREN.