I can basically sum up the month of May in a single sentence. May was a years’ worth of stress, anger and tears squeezed into 31 very long days. Work was stressful. A loved one is moving to a new job in a new city (YAY! But also dealing with her stress is, well…stressful!) My home routine has drastically changed (long story). We adopted an incredibly energetic kitten that our other cat attacks every chance she can. Oh, and we’re planning a wedding.
Not to mention I have been put into a situation I’ve never faced before and hopefully never will again. I simply cannot understand how some people could be so rude/hurtful/cold/hateful/place-your-favorite-negative-characteristic-here. Have you ever seen Pitch Perfect? You know that line, “Leave it, it’s fueling my hate fire.” Yeah, that’s been me – hate fire fueled and angry. It’s exhausting. Cue the emotional eating.
To be honest, I’ve struggled. It was all I could do to get up and go to work when all I wanted was to cuddle up underneath blankets and sleep away the day. Because of this, I stopped eating healthy and took 3 weeks off from the gym (I lied a little in the last post – it really has been 3 weeks). Junk food and exercise did not help. I felt the hole I was in getting deeper. If I kept going it was going to be harder to get out and then all of a sudden I’d look up and realize I was 60 pounds overweight again. It needed to stop.
The purpose of telling you all this isn’t to whine or to demand pity. It’s to share something I seemed to have forgotten these past few weeks. You see a few days ago, I put my big girl pants on and decided I wasn’t going to continue to mope and fume and let other peoples horrible decisions take control of my life. I weighed myself (only up 3.5 pounds, thank goodness) and got my butt to the gym. I was amazed how quickly everything seemed to turn around. I ran through my anger. The stress went from unbearable to tolerable.
I sometimes underestimate the power of working out. Too often, we focus on weight loss or building muscle or training for the next big race and, we forget how important it is emotionally. My body was starting to depend on endorphin’s from exercise and when I stopped my stress worsened.
Here is a pretty good article from the American Psychological Association that discusses The Exercise Effect.
Next time when life is starting to get the best of me, I am going to remember that the gym is going to help me out much more than my bed. I’m more than grateful to be back at the gym and I am so blessed to have a fiance who motivates me to go. The next step is to get back on track with cooking. My next post will be a recipe. Promise!