HAAS is hard
Jan. 18th, 2013 11:55 amI bought a bathroom scale when I when my gallbladder went south. I was losing weight at a rediculous rate[1] and I wanted to keep an eye on it.
For the last year while I was on the SSRIs I've been pulling it out of the bathroom drawer where we buried it and weighing myself occasionally. They say the new SSRIs don't contribue to weight gain any more, but the feelings of exhaustion and dizziness they did cause weren't exactly conducive to working out. Add to that the fact that I was struggling beforehand because of the depression itself and the result is that now I have been mostly sedentary for well over a year and I feel like physical shit. I have very low energy, I've lost my strength and what little lung capacity I had. Weighing myself is probably the last thing I needed to do while all this was going on, but I wanted to know and yes, my weight went up.
So now I'm not on the SSRIs any more. I'm not as sleepy (although work is ensuring I'm still freaking tired all the time) and the vertigo is mostly under control. My joints are even better. So I'm doing stuff. My lung capacity is the hardest thing for me to improve and the the first thing I lose when I slow down so Axel set up one of our bikes in the living room on a trainer and I use it as a stationary bike. I started taking a yoga class once a week. I'm stiff and I'm sore and I am lamenting just how weak and inflexible I have become. And how much my hands and knees hate being asked to support my weight. And how my boobs are always in the damn way. And, and, and... and it feels awesome just to be able to do this stuff again.
And this week I couldn't resist finding out, so I stepped on the scale again. And it gave me a different number than the last time I stepped on it. And I'm kicking myself because that's going to make it even harder to resist next time.
Maybe I should just throw it away.
[1]Cue rant about the women at work who told me how lucky I was. I shit you not.
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Date: 2013-01-18 05:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2013-01-18 06:03 pm (UTC)On a related note, I think you'd really dig CrossFit and might want to at least try it sometime. It's a great venue for venting a lot of mental energy through physical effort and regularly surprising/pleasing yourself with new (or renewed) things you're capable of. Because it's centered around functional fitness, the strength and agility you (re)develop transfers better to real life than treadmills or weight machines ever will. And as long as you're working hard, where hard is determined only by what _you_ are capable of, whether you're an adonis or couch potato, you'll get all kinds of moral support from your compatriots (assuming the gym's any good). My gym has a free class on Saturdays to encourage people to come and see what it's about; maybe one in your area does something like that too?
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Date: 2013-01-18 06:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2013-01-18 06:43 pm (UTC)My shrink added a small does of Wellbutrin on top of the Cipralex specifically because of the fog, apparently it has a slight "upper" effect. I found it helped quite a bit, but not completely.
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Date: 2013-01-18 06:52 pm (UTC)I've heard lots of good things about CrossFit from some of my local friends. I would like to try it if I can find a way to fit it into my schedule. (The yoga class is only happening because it's being offered at work.)
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Date: 2013-01-18 07:03 pm (UTC)