Last week just sucked. After being accused of everything from ignoring the bride at her bachelorette party to stealing money by both the bride-to-be and my brother-in-law, I went into a tailspin. I cried myself to sleep Thursday night over the betrayal by my brother-in-law. Friday I was so hyped and upset I was shaking…
And then I got on the treadmill and peace was almost immediate. The weekend was calm. Amazing what a little exercise can do for the soul.
Years ago I used to take Paxil daily for anxiety. I guess I could go back to that little magic pink pill, but an hour a day of sweat gives me the same mental stability. The pill was quicker, easier, but it was really just numbing me.
Don’t get me wrong, it was glorious – but it’s not the right answer for me anymore.
I have never been a fan of exercise, but I see it in a different light now. It is as vital to my mental well being as therapy or a pill.
I simply have to make it part of my daily routine.
