In a startling revalation I realized that I feel better when I exercise and eat well. This makes me somehow different from the rest of the people on the planet. Ha.
I have been using my recurring/persistent illness as an excuse NOT to exert myself. But it is likely that my inaction is in part the cause of my fatigue and not the other way around. It is at the very least a confounding factor.
This morning my psych nurse practitioner cancelled on me due to "circumstances beyond her control." I am going to blame illness since eveyone and their dog has been sick this season.
But since I was already up, washed, dressed, and fed before 8 on a day that I did not work, I set about some aerobic cleaning in the basement. I managed to work up a sweat (although that could be in part becuase I am easily overheated and ridiculously thirsty). And it felt GOOD.
So, it is the inertia that is the problem. Not the exercise itself.
Much like when I am Depressed I can't convince myself that I want to do anything about it. So much easier to just wallow. Cover my head with the covers. Eat chocolate. Cancel all social engagements. Sleep. Or stay awake.
Once upon a time I did a fantastic job of walking every day. This was in the mythical days when I did not own a house, did not work more than six hours a week and had only one child. And that child was the perfect size to stick in a stroller and walk and walk and walk. I made healthy meals too. I attended weight watchers. And I felt great. (see above picture)
Now, I can't enter the river at that same point. But I can find ways of modifying my current habits to work my way toward greater exercise and healthy eating. How dull. I would really prefer magic.
Grateful Crap: energy enough to exert myself
took meds (last night) 150mg sertraline, 450 mg bupropion
will try to get outside (temps over freezing today-- time to break out the shorts)
Quaker, teacher, parent,