It’s been a few days since my last post. Dropping into a black hole has a tendency to do that.

There was a time when not being a reliable member of society would trouble me, even missing out on updating web-blogs, forums and other online stuff got me ruminating, eventually pushing me further away from any possible lifts in mood. Not any more.

Managing bi-polar disorder requires different tactics. There isn’t much sense in living a life everyone else is happy with if this leads to a possible termination of the most important life. So, if I don’t get to make that blog update or return that email then, that’s the way it is, I do the best I can do, when I can do it.

Some people hate me for being so unreliable. That’s not my problem. I do the best I can do, when I can do it.

Some people have come to know me, they have an understanding, they cannot possibly take my head and sample it for themselves, but they make a decent job of understanding. These people realise I do what I can do, when I can do it.

And so to coping strategy number one, physical activity.

Recently my exercise sessions have seen the coincidence, leg training days have come around just when I can make the garden and set up some workout props.

So it was Sunday.

Something I have come to know, good workouts do not always correlate with moods. On days when I ‘feel’ I could put the world to rights, training results do not always fall in line. And, the opposite is sometimes true. Horrible days do not always equate to horrible workouts.

Sunday, mentally horrible day, new (recent) best on the squat. What complex things we humans are.


Stiff-leg dead-lifts
Leg hamstring curls
Calf raises

30 minutes cardio on cycle trainer