I think some of my depression in life is now affecting my gym performance. Yesterday, I tried 315 on the bench, even though I didn't really feel it. Sure enough, I got it off the bar, down to about 4 inches above my chest, and almsot spazzed as my right arm couldn't hold the weight. Luckily I got it off to the bottom rack of the bench, circumventing a decapitation. I was not pleased at all, and the rest of the workout suffered further... everything was lower numbers, less reps, and it upset me. I pushed twice as hard as I normally would just to get through my workout, and all I could think was I am a loser.
D is not pleased.