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Thanks Again, Richard

It’s Wednesday. It’s blog day. It’s also one of those days. People who have never fought depression probably can’t imagine what it’s like to wake up depressed. It’s hard to face waking up at all when you know as soon as you open your eyes that the day is going to be a battle day. It’s hard to throw off the blankets and put your feet on the floor. It’s hard to stumble to the kitchen and put water on to heat while it’s still dark outside and even darker inside.

Just getting up today was a triumph. That was a battle won, right there. Fixing my coffee, getting my notebook, writing Morning Pages…every little action was a battle won. I knew the big battle would be convincing myself to Sweat to the Oldies. There is never a time I need it more than when I wake up depressed and there is never a time when I feel less like doing it.

That’s why I need Richard Simmons. I need to get a good workout and I can’t depend on my depressed self to do anything except follow instructions. I don’t have enough motivation to do a series of things. I can do one thing. I can put on my workout clothes. Then I can do another thing. I can go into the living room and turn on the DVD. After that, I just follow Richard. He gets me through an hour-long workout, one little exercise at a time. At some point in the middle of that workout, I start to feel better.

I thank God for Richard Simmons. I never in my life had a regular workout routine until I found Sweatin’ to the Oldies 2 and discovered how much my mood improves after an hour’s worth of exercise. I could never keep up with an exercise routine for the sake of my figure. I couldn’t even do it for the sake of my health. I don’t do it now for fitness. I do it because it never fails to bring light into my darkness.

I suppose I’ve written about this before. I will probably write about it again, some dark Wednesday when, one more time, it pulls me away from the edge of the pit. Today is blog day and it’s one of those days. I promised myself I would write every week and I promised myself I would tell the truth. The truth is, today was a bad day and Sweatin’ to the Oldies made it better.

Still Fighting

Wednesday has become blog day for me, and it dawned a little ugly this morning. I woke up with a bit of a headache and the voice of my ever-present depression whispering in my ear. It doesn’t try to talk me out of doing Morning Pages because it knows that’s a lost cause, but it will start trying to talk me out of my Sweatin’ to the Oldies while I’m still writing Morning Pages. It will tell me the headache is a good reason to skip the exercises. I don’t feel well, so I should just rest and not work out.

That sounds reasonable, but I know it’s just a big, fat lie my depression uses to get its its foot in the door and make itself at home for a while. Sometimes it works, but today I had enough fight in me to put on my workout clothes as soon as I finished my Morning Pages, and hit “Play” on that DVD. I use the DVD because that’s often all the fight I can muster. Once I hit “Play,” that’s all it takes. If I start the workout, I will finish it. Starting may be a huge battle but once I start, the battle is won. I started today, and I worked out for an hour. Thank you, Richard Simmons.

The Sweatin’ helped. It always does. It’s the one thing that helps the most since I went off antidepressants a few years ago. Today’s foul mood was persistent, though. Fortunately, I was still able to remember that there are other things I can do that will make a difference. My depression tries to make me feel lame, inadequate and worthless, so it helps if I can do something to prove it wrong. On my worst days, the best I can do is save a video game world, but today was not one of my worst days. Today, I went into my kitchen and baked cookies.



I probably don’t have to tell you what kind of cookies these are. I’m sure you recognize the crisscross. If I ever bit into a cookie that looked like this and there was no peanut butter in it, I would be appalled. I used the classic recipe from the Better Homes and Gardens Cookbook. I felt a lot better when the cookie jar was full, but I was still restless. I needed to bring out the big guns.

I mean the teeny tiny yeastie beasties. I was fighting a very tenacious bad mood and I needed to do something impressive. I impress the heck out of myself when I make yeast rolls. These are Soft Sandwich Buns and the recipe is from The Farm Cookbook. I love that little book. It reminds me of my young married days, when I first became a vegetarian and didn’t know tofu from tempeh. That book taught me how to make both, but it also taught me to make these wonderful fluffy white buns.

My daughter was tired of waiting for them to cool.

My daughter was tired of waiting for them to cool.

I am not lame. I am not inadequate. I am not worthless. I made yeast rolls. I rock.

A Good Day

There has been a lot of upheaval in my life these past few weeks. We normally spend the month of June just recovering from our biggest tie-dye event of the year, the Florida Folk Festival. This year, we were coping with illness before we even left the festival. My grandson’s cold was the little snowball that rolled through the family and down the big hill of my husbands weakened immune system, becoming a huge problem when it turned to pneumonia. That was on top of the heart attack we didn’t know about until we went to the Emergency Room because of the cough that wouldn’t go away.

I caught the cold, too, of course. We were both still coughing a bit when we went on our vacation to North Carolina. That was a wonderful experience, but it was still a big departure from our normal routine, which I was starting to crave by the time we returned to Jacksonville. I wanted a quiet, ordinary day with room for some self-care.

Today was that day. I finally got back to Sweatin’ to the Oldies. Go ahead and laugh, but Richard Simmons keeps me moving for an hour and nothing else has ever done that, so I’m grateful. I had no idea how much aerobic exercise could help my mood until I went off anti-depressants a few years ago. The medication got me through menopause, but I wanted to see if I could manage without it once I made the passage. It turned out exercise was the key. It makes almost as much difference as medication and it’s a whole lot cheaper. I had let it slide since the festival because things were so crazy, but I knew I couldn’t do that much longer without falling into the depression pit. Today, I worked out.

After a shower, I sat down to meditate. Every time I do that, I remember why I want to do it more often. The whole day goes more smoothly if I practice self-care before I do anything else. Once I got my day off to such a good start, I was able to enjoy running errands and taking my daughter and grandsons shoe-shopping. I also played some games on my i-Pad. These are free games designed to tempt you into spending real money in order to speed up your progress. If you’re determined not to spend real money, you have to take long breaks to let energy or coins build up. They’re perfect for someone like me, who will play obsessively as long as possible but will definitely NOT spend real money to do it.

I also painted. I planned to make a squash casserole for supper, so I bought some yellow squash when I went to the grocery store. I decided this would be a good day to add to my series of tiny paintings of fruits and vegetables. I took a look at the others and realized I didn’t have one with a blue background, so I set up some squash on a cutting board in front of a blue cloth.

Yellow Squash

Yellow Squash

I worked out, I meditated and I painted. It was a good day.