Like the title says. Not a very big thing, but it’s a good step up and it’s managing to simultaneously make me happy and sad. Such is life.
This thing? I went to the gym.
Why is that an achievement? Because I haven’t had the mental energy to persuade myself to go in months. Because I haven’t felt able to put lycra on and see myself in the mirror. Because I have felt like such a garbage heap it’s really messed me up.
I hadn’t realised how much of a problem my mental health had been until I was there yesterday, and wondering how long it had been. Then I was wondering why it had been that long.
I’m hoping this is a corner turned, I’m planning my life around gym sessions again, and that can only be a good thing. Exercise has always been a quick fix for me, I love it and it makes me feel physically; mentally and (dare I say it?) visually better. I achieved something.
Haven’t felt that for a while.
(Oh, and I ran 7km. I have not run that far in 51 weeks. I don’t know what happened.)