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Life SHOULD NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well- preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally WORN out and screaming "WOO HOO - WHAT A RIDE!!!"

Saturday, March 15, 2008

My New Drug

So one of the reasons I started going to the gym (I started the end of January) aside from the fact that I wanted to get in shape, was to help the problems I've been having with my mood which I know are related to my female stuff - I know I'm in perimenopause. Everything I read and learned told me that exercise and weight loss would help me feel better. So I opted for the gym instead of a hysterectomy and antidepressants like my doctor recommended. And I really want to get in kick-ass shape. My hormones were really off and it was getting to the point where I was having really bad dreams and I would wake up very depressed with an impending sense of doom. For no reason. Now I knew it was completely chemical/hormone related, but understanding it didn't make it any less of a hell. And when I drank the night before it was 100 times worse - I would wake up almost in a panic. It was horrible.

So I started working out and I noticed that if I did at least a half hour of cardio, specifically the epiptical machine, about 3 times a week, that this feeling went away. I didn't feel depressed when I woke up or panicky. Even if I drank the night before.

Well, yesterday I went to the gym. I did a half hour of lifting weights (lower body - squats and stuff, squats are my favorite), and then I did an hour of cardio. A whole hour. Half on the eliptical and half on the bike. So this morning I wake up, and in that twilight time when you are just on the brink of waking (this is the time it always happens) I felt like something good was going to happen today, like there was something I was looking forward to, and I kept trying to figure out what it was.

So not only did I get rid of the bad feeling, I completely changed it to the opposite. And yesterday was a bad day for me. I haven't been working like I need to, and money is tight, and all the stress that goes with that - and nothing in my circumstance had changed overnight - yet I felt a sense of euphoria and well being. And I even had a shot of tequila last night. So I guess an hour of cario is my magical number. Now I know I will have to regulate it and back off at times so my body doesn't get used to it. But for now..............its magic.

So, I've found a new drug - Seratonin. Who woulda thought??????

And I'm down 12 pounds. Three more to go by the end of March to make my goal of 15 pounds in 2 months. In 8 months I will have lost the 60 that I need to. I'm still doing no/low carb which is helping too. And replacing the majority of alcohol consumption with Rockstars and Red Bulls. And working out smart - on an empty stomach, lifting for the first half hour so the rest is fat burning. Its all helping. And its coming off slow, but thats how I put it on. By October I should be at my goal. Then I will concentrate on definition. Can wait to wear different clothes, and go to the strip club looking as hot as the dancers. And just plain feeling good all the time.

Oh, and one more thing this has done - it has basically taken away all of my uterine pain. Just working out, who woulda thought??? I was hurting every day, went to the hospital a few times as you know, and it was completely affecting my quality of life. Hurting every day. And it is gone. Except for when I ovulate and my period, but I can deal with that. I already feel so much better and I've only lost 12 pounds. Think of what I'll feel like at 60 down.

And watching "Super Size Me" - well, enough said. Between the corporate corruption, the nutritional toxicity, and the effect on mood that shit causes, and looking at all the Fat Nasties on there - I don't think I will ever eat at McDonald's again. When the song "Fat Bottomed Girls" came on, I just about peed my pants, I was so grossed out and laughing at the same time.



One good question it raised - why is it acceptable now to harass smokers, tell them how bad it is to smoke, how dangerous it is, and do it in public to them, tax the shit out of THEIR toxic substance - but we can't say anything to the overweight people? That would be "rude" right? When being overweight is just as dangerous and deadly as smoking. Complete double standard.

We are leaving for the gym here in a few.

Yoga and the gym - my seratonin suppliers.

(This picture is for my own motivation- I can hear Freddy Mercury right now)

Thoughts of Fallen Angel at 9:26 AM

1 Comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey! Thats me! Get rid of that! Where did you get it from! LOL just kidding. I USED to look like her.
ugh.

3/19/2008 10:45 AM

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