I have not been feeling well very recently. Emotionally, that is. I would look at pictures of myself and think “Do I really look like that?” I began thinking about my appearance and my body in a negative way, and by thinking I mean analyzing.
That’s when I knew what I needed to do: go to the gym.
Not in an “Oh my gosh, I’m so fat, I have to workout,” need to go to the gym. Going to the gym – exercising – is what I try to do on a consistent, weekly basis since when I don’t I start getting negative thoughts. Exercise is medicine for when I am experiencing any sort of negativity; sadness, anger, depression, anxiety…you name it. Because it’s pretty hard to be a self-hater when you just worked out for an hour and your shirt is still soaked with sweat patterns.
I am very thankful to have reached this point in my relationship with my health where I am aware of when I start to veer towards the direction of negativity, and I am able to stop before it consumes me. I’ve been down that road before; hell, I had a house with an address there and everything. Knowing what it’s like to be in such a dark place, I refuse to go back there. Even for a visit.