"Motivation comes fr doing". That statement is particularly true when it comes to "exercising". There are a lot of times that you just need to DO IT - not think about it & YES, inspite of feeling tired & depressed. From the daily repetition of that "singular act = doing it any way" will come the motivation one seeks. Why? As God is my witness - you begin to feel better.
I am no long lost relative of Jack Lalane, aka LENORE LALANE
. I don't wake up every day totally excited to excise. However, I DO do it anyway - I owe, in part @ least, my recovery fr both anxiety disorder & depression to consistent exercising & healthy eating/portion control. I know fr only my very own experience of not only being a FORMER SUFFERER of BOTH disorders - but also fr being formerly very overweight.
Do you remember that tv show in the 80's FAME? In the beginning of that show, Debbie Allen(I think) is the dance teacher & she say's to them, "you want fame? well fame costs & here's where you start paying in sweat". Well, recovery fr anxiety disorder + depression & exercising can apply to that statement. Respectfully, I say(as I have said to myself mannnnnny a times) "you want recovery? You want to be healthier? live healthier? feel healthier/stronger/more energetic? Well, it costs & here is where you start paying in committment(to you/yourself) + consistency + time + dedication to exercising & eating better/healthier.
I know how hard it is - trust me, I know. I was diagnosed w/ major depression in March 2007, after spending almost 2 yrs recovering fr anxiety disorder + panic attacks + ptsd + severe sleep deprivation. I thought it was some sick joke(my depression). My case was extreme/severe enough that I required medication. To say my body/soul/spirit felt totally depleted would be an understatement. The existence depression created for me was one of a constant, 24/7 DOOM/GLOOM EXISTENCE - w/o will/drive/desire - depression was wanting to take it all fr me. It honestly felt like someone tazered me w/ a NEGATIVE STUN GUN type of thing - cause it was so extreme & so very opposite of all that I was. I never had depression b/4 - so this was foreign. I needed to address some things. They included my food issues + my weight. I was fat + had gotten lazy & lived to eat, NOT eat to live. I was 5'3 1/2 & 212lbs - size 22- almost size 24. I had a choice - FIGHT LIKE HECK - or allow it to envelop me. I chose to fight.
Oh yes, many a times I cried fr how hard it was - said a few bad words in between too, lol

. Fortunately, I had something on my side quite valuable. Recovery fr anxiety disorder dictated I get to know myself - trust myself - love myself. So, when depression was fixing to tell me allllllllllll them lies, I didn't believe them. I did the opposite of what it was telling me - exerising included. I so didn't understand depression - however, I knew 1 thing. Whenever I did do "a little something", I FELT BETTER. So, so desperate for relief fr depression was I, I did that little something
1 DAY @ A TIME.For me, an analogy I honestly had on my journey, was this: everytime I put on a little SWEAT, I was sweating out the poison that was in my body, that was depression. I was going against the grain + I was doing for me - what was in my best interest - I was loving me & for the 1st time in my life, I WAS MAKING "ME" my #1 priority. I wanted & DESPERATELY needed to get healthy - so, I set out on that journey, 1 day @ a time.
There were more days than I can count, where I begged God to help me do this - no, not do it for me - but be my strength when I could not. I was a world of hurt, physically & emotionally. When I tried to exercise, it was like I was doing so w/ HUNDREDS OF LBS OF HEAVY METAL CHAINS ON ME, while SIMULTANEOUSLY hit an invisible FORCEFIELD w/ every single darn step I took. I cried & I took that step, CHAINS & ALL. I even cried & shouted in anger,
"You shall not have me - I am a child of God & he loves me & I love him. Jesus claimed me a long time ago".That was an actual event that took place w/ me on my journey. You know how Lucinda says to let go & let God. Well I did. He couldn't do it for me & he wouldn't. He did guide me toward where I needed to go - I heard HIS WHISPERS opposed to the lies depression was speaking. So, me & my stubborn self - started: initially walking that 1/2 block + progressing to around the block + to an hour w/ my ipod on around the neighborhood + to the treadmill + to the gym + to Weight Watchers. My motivation, as I have said many times - WAS/IS/ALWAYS will be cause I WANTED TO FEEL BETTER. The more I did, the better I felt - as I progressed, the depression lifted + the med's lowered + the weight came off + the clothing sizes got smaller. Yes, I had to fight for it - darn hard & yes I cried OFTENNNNNNNNNNNNN. However, my reward is not only my recovery - but also my physical health - I've lost 70+ lbs - size 6(some size 4's). I don't need any med's - including cholesterol.
My motivation is 2 parts:
1) Being in the pits of emotional hell/despair & climbing my way out.
2)
The REMINDERS. I got real honest w/ myself. I think back - I recall that I used to think that way + react that way + act that way + stress that way + eat that way + don't exercise any way + think negatively all those ways + get angry that way - & look where it got me. Then, I think about all the changes I've made in me/my life & the positive domino effects of those changes - & how my life & me have changed for the better - as result of the actions I have taken. So, if I stop - allow things to fall by the waist side - that will cost me what I hold dear = my mental/emotional/physical/spirtual HEALTH + INDEPENDANCE + WELL BEING. I love me too much for that. Yes, I allow myself to acknowledge how hard it all is. I then remind myself how good I feel now & get to stepping.
I was home, not working yet, when I was diagnosed w/ depression. I had every opportunity in the world NOT TO. I didn't want fancy things or material possessions - I just wanted to feel better. I do get support fr family + friends + hubby + weight watchers meeting members - INVALUABLE. However, it is me who has to WANT IT - IN ORDER TO MAINTAIN IT.
Your friend,
LENORE