That fact of the matter is most of us don’t want to hear it. Don’t want to believe it’s true. Though deep down I’m sure the majority know it.
When I am struggling, really low and feel like utter shit, the last thing I want is a salad and walk let me tell you. It’s the kind of advice I hate to hear – not because it’s not good advice for the average person, just because it’s not good advice for someone who is struggling to motivate themselves to put socks on, let alone go outside. That being said – when I get through my funk, I genuinely do try to get out a little bit more and yes I do try to eat with more regularity – though that one I tend to fail with, can’t keep up with that wagon.
My biggest problem with food and ‘diet’ is erratic eating. I don’t eat for a day, then order pizza, then don’t eat or only eat something ridiculous. Skip breakfast in favour of extra hours in bed and generally eat two meals late in the day and subsequently feel horrible for it.
Not an ‘eating disorder’ but it’s definitely not a healthy relationship with food for the most part, then it become habitual to eat like that, even when I’m not feeling low. Today marks day one of eating breakfast before 10am on workdays. I’m going to track it all with the My Fitness Pal app on my phone, so it keeps me accountable. Wish me luck!
As for the exercise…yeah this one is tougher because I know I can do it, I just need to kick that lazy bastard out of my head.
I got myself a treadmill when I was in the depths of my agoraphobia in the hope it would keep me semi active – since I have got pupdog though it quickly became a dumping ground for other people’s stuff. I finally put my foot down this week and have cleared it off and even USED it last night.
Obviously I’m not Usain Bolt by any stretch but moving more than sitting on my fat ass has gotta count for something right?! Even if it is at a snail’s pace.
It did come with a little sense of pride in the fact that I actually did it, I bothered to follow through on what I had said and I felt better for it. I plan to use it, along with my daily dog walks, at least 3/4 days a week. I have a walk to the post office once or twice a week too, so hopefully this will all count to keep those little exercise endorphins firing. It’s a start at least.
Depression, it’s not all doom and gloom. 😉
Have a good week folks!