
This is how it feels sometimes. Like I'm running (or even walking) trying to outrun some horrible storm behind me. I'm battling depression - and not just "the blues" - but actual depression. The kind they put you on medication for and the kind you have a great therapist for. The kind that makes you want to sleep in, veg on the couch all day, and never get out of your PJs. The kind that screams for ice cream, mac and cheese, and chips.
And some days are better than others, and some are worse. Although in fairness, my therapist categorized me as "one of the most upbeat, chipper, depressed people" she's ever met. So how does my depression manifest, and what am I doing to combat it?
Great questions. I ask myself the same thing every day. And I wonder why I even try sometimes. Why not just wait it out and let it pass. The bed is very comfy. But that's not productive, and it won't help. So I committed myself in January to starting over. Re-losing weight. Re-learning my coping skills. Re-committing to health overall.
And I think I'm making progress.
Take for instance, today.
I woke up at 7:30. And although I don't weigh in until Monday, I weighed today. I knew as I stepped on the scale that I haven't been drinking enough water this week, that I've had a few "splurgey" meals, and that I'm likely holding onto some water and/or extra weight. And sure enough - I was right. Around 4 pounds from Monday.
And it felt quite hopeless. Like I shouldn't even try. I sat at the computer and stared at news stories for about 20 minutes. Half dressed for the gym.
And finally said to myself "hey - if you're going to do this - DO THIS." And got the rest of the way dressed and headed to the gym, thinking to myself all the way "how can I avoid some of the eating pitfalls I've had lately."
I did a nice elliptical workout - added some mileage to my goals - and felt stronger afterwards.
Am I still bummed about the weight? Of course.
Am I still worried about my business? Always. My family? Constantly.
In fact, I'm more worried about things overall than I can remember being in awhile.
BUT - I took control and went to the gym - and worked out. And now I've decided that today's going to be a good day. In fact - it's going to be a great weekend. And I'm going to keep fighting - and keep outrunning that storm. And eventually, the storm will die down, and I'll be back at full strength.
And until then...
MAIN STREET AWAITS!