*gasp* back from the gym
*gasp* purple in the face
*heave* just going to … lie down … a moment … *flop*
You can’t actually die of a coronary after the exertion’s finished, can you?
So, I am back from my today’s PT sessions at the gym. I’m probably not actually dying; in fact, there’s a good chance I might survive. Provided I do, the rest of the day’s looking pretty rosy.
I started personal training late last year when the fog began to lift from the worst of my depression. I have been quite fit in the past, half-marathon fit; but a series of medication changes last year, and plenty of time in hospital, meant I lost a lot of cardiovascular fitness and gained a lot of weight. A lot of weight. I tend to dress to hide it, and when I told my PT how much I weighed today, he didn’t believe me! Perhaps he’ll go a bit easier on me now – after all, when I do a pushup or lift my bodyweight on the rings, I’m actually lifting a lot more than he thought I was. (He won’t go easier on me. That’s just I’m-puffed-out fantasizing.)
I put myself through these intensive workouts because I know it’s the only way I’ll actually improve my fitness. I need to lose a lot of weight, and the sooner I do it, the better; but I’m educated and experienced enough to know that fad diets won’t do the trick – it takes lifestyle change and, unfortunately, a long slow decrease in bodyfat. Knowing I have to front up to the gym twice a week and be flogged by the PT makes me get on the exercise bike between sessions – not because I want to, because even reading New Scientist being on the exercise bike is boring, but because I know it will make the next session less traumatic on my poor battered body.
The other reason for going for intense workouts is – you guessed it! – the endorphin rush. It takes a little longer to arrive after being worked to a blubbering wreck, but – oh yeah baby – here it comes now. Can’t beat it. That’s the stuff! Yeah, I’m a junkie 🙂 We all have our vices.
So now I can sink into a self-righteous glow of well-being for the rest of the day. I know my anxiety will be less, my mood won’t be as low, and I’ll probably sleep better tonight. Guess what? I didn’t even have a panic attack at the gym today! “Everything’s coming up Millhouse.”
Hope you’ve been able to fit some physical activity into your schedule today.