Day 40, Phase 2:February has gotten the better of me.

So thank goodness it's almost over.

The entire month of February should be stricken from the calendar. Because nothing good ever happens in February. I hate it.

Perhaps next year I should explore the option of inducing a 28-day coma. It's that bad.

Seasonal depression has hit me hard this year. I'm trying to correct the damage with light therapy and taking short walks during the day so I can get myself out of the office.

Surprisingly, this episode has not effected my current eating habits. I'm not overeating like I typically do when I'm depressed. Nor am I so out of it that I can't summon the strength to prepare food for myself, which is, oddly enough, another hazard. I think my body has grown so accustomed to the reduced caloric intake that to make any change any higher or lower makes me ill. And since I've more or less broken my sugar habit, the foods I would normally gravitate to in times like these (strarchy, sugary junk) seem utterly unappealing. Indeed, I now find myself more sensitive to sugary-tasting foods. With the exception of the two Hershey kisses I have in the afternoon (thank you, Alayna) I just can't tolerate candy anymore.