“Take a walk, you’ll feel better.”
“Go to the gym, work out and get some energy.”
“I know a cool dance class that will get you pumped.”
Those are all well-meaning, yet often useless things people say to someone who’s too depressed to work out.
I spent much of 2015 NOT working out, except for the one week review I did for Roc House Fitness Spa in Buckhead. It was pretty intense to go from inactivity to a week filled on workouts, even it if it was in an upscale fitness spa with a salon.
And 2016 was about to be almost as unproductive and sluggish for my energy-wise. You may recall when I shared “What Being 40 Pounds Overweight REALLY Feels Like.
But this week I decided to get moving.
For our son who’s called me fat.
For my husband who’s watched me lose, gain, and gain weight over our nine years together.
My biggest fear is that if I don’t do something now, the 40 additional pounds I’m carrying on my frame might bring 40 more friends along for the ride.
I’m reminded of how easily depression can lead to weight gain when we watch “My 600 LB Life” on TLC and it scares the crap out of me. In case you haven’t seen the show, it features morbidly obese Americans whose lives have been ruined by their eating habits and inactivity. Their goal is to undergo gastric bypass weight loss surgery to help them lose hundreds of pounds.
Some are successful. Some are not.
It scares me to listen to their fears, their obsession with food and their laziness that results in a life of despair.
So Monday (how cliché) I started with a mix of cardio, light weights and stretches that gave me the “feeling” of working out – without feeling so sore that I’d never want to work out again.
I’ve been delaying this change in my life for far too long. I didn’t feel my best when I looked at the beautiful photos Tiffany Powell Photography captured of me presenting about YouTube videos at a Fall 2015 Influencer event. All I could focus on was my double chin.
If you know someone who’s depressed, be gentle and patient with them.
The horrible cycle of depression is no joke.
It can suck the life out of you – make you feel physical pain in places you never knew existed.
It can make sleeping for 12 or more hours a day like it’s just not enough.
It can make you feel like you need a nap, to relax after your nap.
It can make you crave more and more sugar, when what your body really needs IS more and more vegetables.
After just three workout sessions this week, I feel better. I know that I’m improving my health and relieving stress.
But part of me still wishes that I could eat a half a dozen donuts for breakfast without watching my waistline spread. That ain’t happening.
So I’ll be up in the morning, squeezing myself into workout clothes because I refuse to buy larger sizes.
My 25th high school reunion AND my seventh wedding anniversary are both this summer. I’m not pushing myself to drop 40 pounds by then because I don’t want to deprive myself so much that I boomerang back to gain the weight back.
I heard Entertainment TV Host Maria Menounos talk about her weight loss journey this week while promoting her cookbooks. She repeated the famous quote: “Slow and steady wins the race.”
It also reminded me of the Confucius quote: “It doesn’t matter how slowly you go, as long as you do not stop.”