So it's not a depression meal and yet... it is.
I woke up today an hour late.
I realized I hadn't showered in 3 days.
I barely got a lunch and breakfast (I eat breakfast once I get to work because if I eat in the first 2-3 hours of my day, I get sick) together.
I realized I was deep in SAD. Shit I needed to do around the apartment was going undone, etc.
So, as my workday wound down, I realized I really wanted meatballs. So I told myself: self. You need groceries. If you get groceries, you get the stuff to make meatballs. If you MAKE THE MEATBALLS, you can have them.
So I did. And it not only kept me from grazing or eating ramen or (worse) ordering delivery... it got me out of my funk enough to do some stuff around the apartment. And y'know what? I enjoyed it. I made something delicious, from scratch, without a recipe.

It wasn't easy but it was absolutely worth it. But I think it still counts.