BEEP BEEP BEEP
My eyes crack open and I look around and know immediately, it is too damn early. I stumble to my phone and turn off my alarm. 5 am…
I go to the bathroom, mentally telling myself “you can skip this morning if you go tonight.” I stand in front of the mirror, rubbing my eyes. I look in the mirror at a body to big and actually mumbled out loud “just do one thing to make yourself proud for Christ sakes.” I splashed water on my face, trying to wake myself. My bed beckoned me. But so did the scale. I stepped on.
239. F*$#.
I found my workout clothes, changed, then drove the dark, deserted streets to boot camp.
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It’s been a while, huh? Time for an update.
My Mental State
2009 was a big year for me. I:
• Graduated with my MSW/MPA
• Got a job offer that fit my education, interest, and abilities and paid handsomely the last week of my semester.
• Spend a month living in the Keys working with children with developmental disabilities and dolphins.
In addition to these big things there were lots of small thing that seemed to click in place and work. Financially I am better than ever. I bought a new car. I won a prestigious award in the school of public administration and got initiated into two honor societies. I coached Special Olympics track & field, swimming, and basketball and loved it.
With all of that, I can’t help at be annoyed- even angry- that I’m not happier.
I’m not happy. This state isn’t new; I’ve dealt with chronic depression my entire life and was diagnosed with probably going to be having “feeling of sadness till you die” by a psychiatrist when I was 15 and was given the more medically accurate term and label of being chronically depressed when I was 21 (till then I held out hope that the first doctor was not just rude, but also an idiot).
I was riding in the car, thinking the other day about my life. Good job, good friends, good almost everything. I know logically I have very little room to bitch about my life. And I hate self-loathing, complaining individuals who obsess about the little small thing that’s wrong in their life when everything else is going swimmingly for them. I don’t want to be that person. And I don’t think I’m more interesting when I am suffering from chronic melancholy. I am just…sad.
But whether it’s justifiable or not, I am and have been in a lull, in a valley, in a darker functionally depressed state since last spring. I can get through the daily grind: working, doing chores, etc. But when I’m alone with their thoughts, things change. I try to fight the sadness: I look on the bright side, count my blessings, try to do things that I know make me happy, etc.
As a chronically functionally depressed person, I live very much in my head. I am overly analytical and I have an active imagination. I am also very introverted and though I fair ok in social settings, my preference is to be by myself or with my husband. Last year, socially, I retreated. I stopped answering my phone, stopped hanging out as often with friends. When friends ask how I am doing, I routinely answer “can’t complain” because I don’t feel like I deserve their sympathy because I don’t really have anything catastrophic going on in my life.
Life is Good. Unfortunately my mental state is not. If only those two things would align the world would make a lot more sense… and maybe I’d finally be able to relax without having to actually zone out (ie sleeping, browsing the internet, watching tv). Maybe.
My Exercise State
Stalled. Backslid. Stalled. Backslid some more. I’m at my highest weight ever: 239.
I signed up for Boot Camp Fitness & Training’s Operation Weight Loss Program. It’s a modified version of the Boot Camp I’ve already done that is designed for people with 50+ lbs to lose. The program includes:
- Complete body analysis and assessment each month
- 3 Boot Camp sessions a week
- 1:1 counseling sessions every week
- Unlimited phone or email support
- 1 personal training session focused on teaching you exercises to do outside class settings to further your success
- Lectures with our dietitian to assure you get the proper nutrition
- Access to an Operation Weight Loss “members only” area on our website
- Yoga and Pilates classes to increase your stability and flexibility
- Kitchen scale to get you started on portion control
I was doing good with the exercising until I was derailed by a week-long unexpected business trip that coincided with a 9 day, knock you on your butt cold/sinus infection. I’ve made 5 out of 10 workouts so far and began to make up the missed sessions this morning at the 5:30 am class.
My Diet State
Eating-wise though…my eating isn’t out of control; it’s never been in control. And I’m just kind of… struck.
The Plan
This weekend I realized I was just sick and tired. I wanted to curl up and be hugged and coddled and told it wasn’t my fault, none of it and that I’m such a great person it would all work itself out in the end. I stared into my food pantry, then my freezer, than my fridge. I was ready to zone out and disappear into a food coma. Then I stepped back, sighed and thought:
“No one is coming to your rescue, and nothing will change until you do.”
It’s a line from a blog post over at the Rock Your Day blog. In it the author states “ There’s no magic. There’s no “new.” There’s the same you tomorrow as is present today. Even if you do get a temporary psychological boost from a “clean slate” attitude, it’s temporary. Your old habits will take over unless you fight like hell to change how you respond to your daily patterns.”
So I’m going to fight like hell because that’s all there is to do. Fight against the weight. Fight against the emotional demons that drive me to eat. Fight to become the person I want to be.
My Fight Like Hell Game Plan:
- Attend weekly counseling sessions with a therapist to try to work through my anxiety and depression issues.
- Attend Boot Camp 3 days a week.
- Try to make healthier, more conscientious food choices, measure my food, and track what I eat.
I’m tired of being complacent. I’m back. And I’m ready to fight like hell.
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