Defeating Gravity

Had a few days where it's really difficult to get out of bed. Even when I do and Max has had his walk I've been finding myself hiding back under the sheets. This is sooooo frustrating. Yesterday and today I did manage to get out of the house by late lunchtime. I've been tidying up a few of the local-ish geocaches and using that as inspiration to get out. Even then it's been hard. For the last couple of days I've also not had much of an appetite, even now I'm forcing myself to make a pizza, just waiting for the oven to warm up. I hate eating this late. I didn't go to the drinks meet and greet evening Guy had organised on Sunday. Even though it was held here and I new most of the people I found myself having a massive anxiety attack and once again crawling back to bed, frustrated, almost tearful. Ho hum!