Before I went into hospital, my psychiatrist told me that exercise would do me more good than all the therapy and medication put together.
I bought myself a Fitbit, and an expensive pair of trainers.
I worried terribly about the price, but the Fitbit informs me that I’ve walked the length of India in these Asics.
(I probably need a new pair.)
I also joined a gym, and I’ve been going at least twice a week – sometimes three or four times. My weight is down, and my body fat, but my muscles are bigger and I’m running further and faster than ever.