So I’m over a week into my walking challenge, and I hate everything! At least it’s not fucking summer any more, and I don’t have many blisters, but I’m sleeping twelve hours a day except for tonight, when I can’t sleep at all. Everything hurts, and walking in my suburb is SO BORING. I used to just be able to pick a direction and see something gorgeous around every corner, but here, it’s just fucking ugly ‘80s-’90s western Sydney suburbia every fucking inch I walk. Try looping that for 5km every night. Even a treadmill is more interesting. Ugh. I’m super depressed, so every evening I’m walking multiple kilometres hating everything and being depressed too. Don’t tell me exercise cures depression. Don’t even breathe it in my direction. I do not have a single ounce of cope to deal with that bullshit on top of everything. It doesn’t fix MY depression. That’s not why I’m doing this. I am doing this for the same reason you take hideous tasting medicine. I don’t have to like it.