Recently, I unexpectedly lost my dear pet Duece. He was my beloved Rottweiler and only 7 1/2 years old...gone too soon. But that's another story for another blog. I say all this to share with you the difficult time I was going through. Don't worry, this won't be an "ooh woe is me" post. It won't even be about my pain, although it will certainly touch on it as it provides context for my point.
The context part, :/
What I want to share with you is the extreme weight it placed on my heart. I wasn't ready for him to go and I struggled with the why. It didn't make sense to me, I questioned God's reason. For a whole week I was functioning, but just barely. I didn't work out or eat right or even well for that matter. My children were worried.
The following week, I had to leave town on a business trip. My reality was I had no time to grieve. So I pushed it all down and went about life. Once I returned I took a deep breath and faced reality, and tried to put my life back together, as it once was. The problem was I was still felling down. I had no drive to workout, cook good foods or eat right.
The point part, yay!
As a professional, I know working out will increase my endorphins (feel-good hormones) and ultimately make me feel better; but you have to get there. How do you get there when you can't muster up the will power in the first place?
Well, there is no secret method here. You simply have to force yourself to push through. I wish I could tell you something profound but as far as I know, there is nothing that works except telling yourself to "get off your butt and do what you know you need to do". Get tired of feeling down on your luck. Get tired of feeling blah. If you have to, have a friend pull you and encourage you to get up and get active. If it's bad enough or last longer than you think it should, please seek professional help.