The chemistry’s off in my brain again.
I could insert the back story boiler plate of my depression woes, but it’s the same as any other white woman whining about this particular first world problem. It hit in my teens, I got it under control in my twenties, yadda, yadda, found myself knocked up and BOOM! Postpartum depression and a Zoloft script.
(I also have back story boiler plates on body hate, disordered eating, and the futility of existence as an office drone. I’ll try not to unleash any of them on you, either.)
Depression is a cunning summbitch. Insidious, you might say, like a Sith Lord pretending to be the kindly old senator, or that Beetlejuice joke in Community, but not nearly as clever. It sneaks up on me, slipping in through the cracks, wraps its gossamer tendrils of sadness and woe around me and it takes me far too long to realize I’m trapped again.
My shrink is a pill pusher. I pop in quarterly, he asks me if I’m still breastfeeding, I tell him yes, he makes a disapproving noise and runs another prescription for the Zoloft through his printer.
My therapist is taking an extended maternity leave to cope with her own PPD. If you want guilt, realize that you came to her with your woes of a baby-broken brain riiiiiiiight about the time her IVF was successful.
Whoops.
My depression, my pet, is at it again. It has me believing that there’s no point in getting up, that I’m a horrible, unloving mother, that lifting weights is too hard and that cookies and jewelry and ugly shoes will fill the gaping hole in my soul. My depression is the reason why I have six socks in various stages of completion and why I haven’t had a finished project in ages. My depression is why I haven’t opened up the weight box in a week.
I loathe my depression. It blows the proverbial goat. The only way I will fucking vanquish it with exercise, sunshine, real food, activities with friends and loved ones and my brain’s continued chemical marinade.
It’s another piece of this puzzle. Like trying to break the 200 pound deadlift, it’s just going to take time. There are no easy fixes, just hard work.
I can do that.
January 30 Workout
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Standing Military Press:
- 30 lb x 10 reps (+74 pts)
- 30 lb x 10 reps (+74 pts)
- 30 lb x 10 reps (+74 pts)
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Barbell Floor Press:
- 30 lb x 10 reps (+37 pts)
- 30 lb x 10 reps (+37 pts)
- 30 lb x 10 reps (+37 pts)
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Barbell Deadlift:
- 90 lb x 5 reps (+63 pts)
- 90 lb x 5 reps (+63 pts)
- 90 lb x 5 reps (+63 pts)
- 120 lb x 5 reps (+77 pts)
- 120 lb x 5 reps (+77 pts)
- 120 lb x 5 reps (+77 pts)