Yesterday I was feeling pretty crappy. I rode my bike home from work, which takes almost an hour. I still felt down during the whole bike ride, but decided to embrace it and allow myself to feel it without giving into anxiety and worrying if this would turn into my worst fear…being depressed.
Although I didn’t feel even the remotest enthusiasm for life on my way home, by the time I went to bed last night I realized I was feeling good…really good. What a relief. I am sure getting exercise helps. I fell off the exercise wagon for the most part when I was seeing Dave. I think that’s why we sometimes take “breakups” hard, even if we’ve only been dating the person for a brief time.
In addition to whatever hormonal (adrenaline, sexual attraction) roller coaster you’ve just gotten off of, you return to a neglected state of being. It’s a double whammy. You’re feeling bummed and sorry for yourself or whatever and you find that your house is messier and you’re more out of shape than when you got on the roller coaster.
After three consecutive weeks of being lazy, I rode my bike to work 4 days last week. Today is Tuesday and I’m on day 2 of biking to work this week. While I’m focusing on settling back into a healthy routine, I plan to post a series of posts about my ex-husband, Mark. He is also the father of my son.