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Half an hour, and completely terrified [May. 24th, 2011|10:15 am]
Guys, I'm going to the doctor today. This is huge for me. Because of my depression, I've been hiding in in a steadily deteriorating state, growing so inert that some days I feel cast in amber.

Today I'm going to my physician and doing something that's damned near impossible for me: asking for help. I know my cholesterol level is high, I have continued to gain weight, my exercise has been almost nonexistent, and I'm deeply depressed - not the "I'm sad and miserable and constantly crying" depressed, but the "I don't need the world; I can just hole up here in a dark room and sleep" depressed. Which is harder for me to recognize and acknowledge as genuine depression. After all, with enough motivation I can overcome my inertia for a while and I still enjoy some things in life. But I also feel like half this year has slipped away while I've been mostly asleep.

So I need to make changes. Changes for my physical health and changes for my mental health. I've fallen into appallingly bad eating patterns because food is comforting - even though I know that comfort is ephemeral. I haven't been doing anything creative, because it's too much effort. I think about getting out my bike, but somehow never do it.

I avoid journaling, because I find myself repugnant just now and why should I burden all of you with this.

See, I'm supposed to be with-it and together and capable. And in my mind you guys must only like me for those qualities. So if I'm not those things, then I disappoint people - people here, my family and loves, my friends. I don't believe I'm likable just for me, only for what I can give.

I feel like I'm a fake, and trying to hide being a fake. And that has made me alternate between apathetic and cranky. I'm sure I've hurt people's feelings with some abrupt and cantankerous comments that weren't deserved. If I owe you an apology, please tell me so that I can try to make amends.

Mostly right now, I'm scared. I'm scared that I won't be able to make the changes that I need to make to improve my life and health. I'm scared because right now every part of me is screaming "I don't WANNA!!! I wanna eat Cheetos and melt into the couch." I'm scared that I'll make changes and then backslide again and it will all be worse.

Now it's time to get in the car and go to the doctor. And I'm scared of doing that and posting this. But I'm going to do both.

[User Picture]From: madlori
2011-05-24 02:28 pm (UTC)
Gini, I could have written this entry. Not so much the depression bits but the difficulties in asking for professional help, and the identification with having my Shit Together. I finally decided about two and a half years ago to seek help myself for my weight problem, which I've had my whole life. I decided to have gastric bypass surgery. That option isn't for everyone but it's been incredible for me and it's reshaped my life and I am now someone who can moderate her eating and hikes and exercises and fits into places and has fantastic blood pressure and good blood numbers across the board.

I'm also a huge proponent of food journaling. That's the only thing that helped me lose weight before I had surgery.

You're strong, you can make the changes. The key is not to go overboard and try to do too much too fast. The most important thing about any lifestyle change is that it is maintainable. Make modest changes, and once you've got the hang of that, make a few more.

I'm not an expert but I have lots of experience. I'd be happy to talk privately about what's worked for me and my surgical experience if it would be helpful.
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[User Picture]From: zoethe
2011-05-25 12:08 am (UTC)
Thank you so much for these insights. I will definitely keep you in mind for help!
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