The back story, after I did the partial day program in 2012, one of the things I did that was a real life saver was join a gym and get really active at it.
About a month after that, I was feeling really down about the entire experience I had gone through, and feeling very labeled, like I had a target on my back or something, because at that time I was diagnosed as bipolar. I had this really bad morning one day at the gym where I left there fighting back the tears, and had a major panic attack in my car because I felt like I "didn't belong there" because I had this bipolar diagnosis - it was part and parcel of my entire paranoia/fear/guilt/shame complex about a mental health diagnosis and a mental illness. Such a typical PTSD thing really, I can sit here and pretty much "be in" that moment, replay it in my mind like it's on videotape or something.
Except I do know now that whole "I don't belong" business is crap - something which is getting clearer to me by the day. Glad, really glad, to finally see it from a rational perspective, not through the lense of extreme paranoia.
Well, this morning, I made it there for a session with my PT - and it was about the worst experience I've had in a long time there - I just was completely frustrated, upset, and kind of lost it in front of him, which I regret, he's such a nice guy and been with me through a lot.
I had another "I don't belong here, I don't fit in, what am I doing here" moment - but NOTHING to do with "mental health" - it's because ... I've allowed myself to get fat again, which I hate, and I'm so physically weak. I can't do the level of weights I could do a year ago when I peaked at strength training. I can't even run right now, because I still haven't gotten around to getting my asthma medication back on track. Strenght sucks. Endurance sucks. Nutrition sucks. I screwed it all up, and I was SO proud of how great I had done.
Yeah, I've really screwed it up. I've gained about 20 lbs. Depression and stress eating, back to my old ways. It's horrible, nothing in my closet fits, and I feel so ashamed at how I look in a mirror. My "tough or die" attitude and my 24/7 drive have gone away too.
The thing is, though, I know this too is crap. Yeah, I f'ed up and slipped back. It happens all the time. It isn't a value judgement on my character - neither is having a mental illness, I know that now.
My PT told me I was acting like a whiny brat and like I thought i was somehow "special" for thinking "it only happens to me" - good words to hear, because I need people to bring me to reality.
The end of this week is a little emotionally tough for me - I signed up months ago to do a triathlon this weekend, that is NOT possible with how I feel physcially. Now with the fact I dropped my training routine entirely in March. So, I feel bad about that.
Time to get over myself and try harder again all around, diet and exercise. They have the exact same event in late summer - I should target that one as a goal.
About a month after that, I was feeling really down about the entire experience I had gone through, and feeling very labeled, like I had a target on my back or something, because at that time I was diagnosed as bipolar. I had this really bad morning one day at the gym where I left there fighting back the tears, and had a major panic attack in my car because I felt like I "didn't belong there" because I had this bipolar diagnosis - it was part and parcel of my entire paranoia/fear/guilt/shame complex about a mental health diagnosis and a mental illness. Such a typical PTSD thing really, I can sit here and pretty much "be in" that moment, replay it in my mind like it's on videotape or something.
Except I do know now that whole "I don't belong" business is crap - something which is getting clearer to me by the day. Glad, really glad, to finally see it from a rational perspective, not through the lense of extreme paranoia.
Well, this morning, I made it there for a session with my PT - and it was about the worst experience I've had in a long time there - I just was completely frustrated, upset, and kind of lost it in front of him, which I regret, he's such a nice guy and been with me through a lot.
I had another "I don't belong here, I don't fit in, what am I doing here" moment - but NOTHING to do with "mental health" - it's because ... I've allowed myself to get fat again, which I hate, and I'm so physically weak. I can't do the level of weights I could do a year ago when I peaked at strength training. I can't even run right now, because I still haven't gotten around to getting my asthma medication back on track. Strenght sucks. Endurance sucks. Nutrition sucks. I screwed it all up, and I was SO proud of how great I had done.
Yeah, I've really screwed it up. I've gained about 20 lbs. Depression and stress eating, back to my old ways. It's horrible, nothing in my closet fits, and I feel so ashamed at how I look in a mirror. My "tough or die" attitude and my 24/7 drive have gone away too.
The thing is, though, I know this too is crap. Yeah, I f'ed up and slipped back. It happens all the time. It isn't a value judgement on my character - neither is having a mental illness, I know that now.
My PT told me I was acting like a whiny brat and like I thought i was somehow "special" for thinking "it only happens to me" - good words to hear, because I need people to bring me to reality.
The end of this week is a little emotionally tough for me - I signed up months ago to do a triathlon this weekend, that is NOT possible with how I feel physcially. Now with the fact I dropped my training routine entirely in March. So, I feel bad about that.
Time to get over myself and try harder again all around, diet and exercise. They have the exact same event in late summer - I should target that one as a goal.