I'm still living partly in the Cave O' Hibernation but emerging every now and then to growl at people. Fun times. I'm not doing all that well, to be honest, but sometimes that's just the way it goes. I'm trying to deal with some rather heavy stuff that came up partly through writing and partly through other things and it's tough going. Very tough going.
Part of the fallout from all of this is massively increased anxiety. I've had a number of middle-of-the-night anxiety episodes of the heart-thumping, buzzing-with-adrenaline variety and they are not fun. They're not up to my level 10 yet (on a 1-10 scale) but they're certainly higher than normal and as a consequence I'm sleep deprived and I feel sick most of the time.
So here's where the cruel joke starts. Do you know what helps with anxiety? I mean really helps with it? Exercise. Not just any exercise, but exercise vigorous enough to increase the heart rate significantly. And I have to ask... why couldn't it have been chocolate? Or lying in a hammock? Or sitting on the beach?
Exercise. Honestly. Whose idea was that?
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Part of the fallout from all of this is massively increased anxiety. I've had a number of middle-of-the-night anxiety episodes of the heart-thumping, buzzing-with-adrenaline variety and they are not fun. They're not up to my level 10 yet (on a 1-10 scale) but they're certainly higher than normal and as a consequence I'm sleep deprived and I feel sick most of the time.
So here's where the cruel joke starts. Do you know what helps with anxiety? I mean really helps with it? Exercise. Not just any exercise, but exercise vigorous enough to increase the heart rate significantly. And I have to ask... why couldn't it have been chocolate? Or lying in a hammock? Or sitting on the beach?
Exercise. Honestly. Whose idea was that?
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6 comments:
Oh that IS a cruel joke isn't it! Chocolate, lying in a hammock & chillin' on the beach seem so much nicer.
*hugs*
yeah - or even a nice glass of wine - why couldn't that be the recommended helper?
I know. It's cruel, hey? I always found I was too trembly and weak to exercise much in the Panic Attack Days. And I usually hadn't kept food (or sometimes water) down for days on end (don't know how I kept on living! God's grace I think!) so I was worried I'd collapse while exercising.
Sitting in the sun for a few minutes was nice though.
Actually, there are so many things that exercise is supposed to cure that I personally think it's a HUGE conspiracy by gym junkies to try to make us all follow their lead.
My personal favourite would be staying in bed on a rainy Saturday reading a good book.
... or the chocolate.
My personal favourite would be staying in bed on a rainy Saturday reading a good book.
... or the chocolate.
I see no reason why I couldn't do both...
Just sending some hugs and also stopping by to say you're really very funny!
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