Welcome to SAD season, where Daylight Savings Time has officially ended and Seasonal Affective Disorder has officially begun. The uphill battle/fight to stay out of the mental hospital and stay off ECT has also officially begun. Here’s what I am doing to fight the good fight: sitting in front of my therapy light for an hour in the morning and an hour in the afternoon; walking mile after mile to get that exercise in and those good endorphins flowing; getting support from and staying in touch with others on the blogosphere; and maintaining this consistency day by day the hardest of all. There’s also the givens: Daily doses of mood stabilizers and anti-depressants, and weekly therapy. For the most part, these are things I don’t want to do. In fact, I don’t want to do anything. I feel like a total slug. That is why this is a fight. My definition of self control is simply this: Doing what I don’t want to do, knowing it’s good for me. By contrast, it could also be defined as: Not doing what’s bad for me. Just as hard. But, by doing what’s good for me, I have a better chance at abstaining from the bad stuff (excessive sugar, marijuana, alcohol). Just like the alcoholics, this is a one-day-at-a-time proposition. So, for today, I have one good thing done so far, sitting in front of my light. Next on deck, I have plans for exercise. Knowing that I will be filling out my self-monitoring spreadsheet kind of motivates me. I want to be able to say that I did good things. And I want that Beck score to be low. Or at least not too high. I’m going to allow myself a super-caffeinated drink, then I’m off to the hiking trails. What’s your plan for winter survival, Stan? Peaches!