|taken with my bberry, and yes I know I cut half my head off.|
This past August, I started working out for a new reason, and that was to manage my anxiety. I would get on the treadmill and run. I felt like I could run for days. I was terribly anxious about everything in my life, to the point that I felt like my chest would explode. I ran until I was so exhausted, I didn't have the energy to feel anxious anymore. For the first time in my life, I was not picturing myself as skinnier version of myself, I was picturing myself as a happier and calmer version of myself.
Like all things I love, I went completely over the top and ran to the point of injuring myself. Not good. I had to stop altogether to let my leg heal. I started feeling anxious again, but figured I'd get back on the horse once my leg felt better. It's better now and this time I decided to go at the exercise thing with a more balanced approach. If you can call P90X balanced. It involves working out every day for 91 days (they must have called it "90X" because that is catchier than "91X"!). The beauty of this program for me, is it kind of requires you to go over the top from a commitment standpoint. Every day? For three months? That's a lot!
Granted, I'm only two weeks into the program, so I'm still hopped up and ready to go every time I press play on my dvd player. I feel myself getting stronger, and better yet, I feel my mindset getting healthier too. After being hugely disappointed yesterday about not getting a job I wanted, I went home and worked out for 75 minutes. The old me would have come home, poured myself a big glass of wine, ordered a pizza, and gotten on the couch for a pity party. I didn't need those crutches to find perspective or numb my sadness. That in itself made yesterday a great day. Not getting completely derailed or knocked down was a way bigger accomplishment than getting any job.
Today I get to do some kenpo, tomorrow stretching, and then on Sunday I start week 3! I can't wait to get home to work my body and my brain out.