I have a really hard time with "me" because I still don't know how to fully define the word as it applies to myself but here I go....
About a year ago I became depressed. I was sad, crabby, irritable, I felt alone and unappreciated. It took everything I had to get out of bed everyday and face my, what I considered then, pathetic life. Days would go by and I would not change my clothes, brush my teeth, shower, or even leave the house. There were times I would go sit in my car and contemplate driving away and never looking back. I was suffering, my kids were suffering, my marriage was suffering but I did not care.
In September I fell and sprained my ankle. It was a really bad sprain that had me out of commission for nearly 5 months. In February I went to see my Orthopedic Doc and expressed my concerns about my weight gain and overall feeling crappy (crappier??) from sitting on the couch for 5 months. I told him that I was thinking of running again. I then asked him if I was clear to start and he responded by telling me that running was not an option for me. I considered that an unacceptable answer.
I left his office, went to Target, bought an ankle and a knee brace, went home, and got on the treadmill. It hurt. BAD. I was slow but I pushed on. Eventually my ankle and my knee got stronger until I was able to jog for 20 mins. without stopping.
For my birthday Ryan bought me an elliptical machine. It has been a lifesaver. I was able to get rid of my knee and ankle braces and I run 3 miles nearly everyday. I have lost 20 lbs. so far, I have energy, I have endurance, and I have strength. I have confidence and self worth. I am happier, my kids are happier, my husband is happier.
I'm not saying that running and losing weight changed me. It didn't. But it was a start. A start to achieving goals. To not listening to anyone who tells me I can't. To taking control. To learning how to achieve. All things I never believed myself capable of.
I am still depressed. I still have days where every.single.task feels like I'm trying to climb Mt. Everest. I Cry. I cry alot. But unlike my tears from before, these tears feel good because I am working. I am moving forward. I am making progress.
I like routine. I like knowing. I like control. But those are all cushions to me. Incapable of any change so I had to throw them out. It was hard. I am learning to take each day as it comes. All the differences, all the obstacles, all the challenges, all the unknown. It is scary but I do it. And everyday I am stronger because if it.
I can't honestly tell you who I am today, and chances are that I probably will not be able to answer that question a month from now. But one day I will be able to answer and answer in confidence. I cant wait for that day.
For now I am going to write. Blogging is something I like to do. It will probably be random. Light and happy at times, deep and sad at others. This will be good for me.
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