I was high when I wrote this post

...and I'm not ashamed to admit it. My husband got me hooked again and I'm not quitting until I die. I know its hard to understand and maybe shocking so let me try to explain.



Have you ever had someone tell you they just read a classic series of novels for the first time and it was so fabulous? They ask if you've ever read it before and you have but its been a while so the details are a bit foggy. They want to discuss it in great detail but you can't quite recollect the whole plot or how it ends. They tell you its such a feel good book, like a drug they just can't get enough of and they can't wait to read all of the books in the series. You're left standing there scratching your head and saying "was it really that good?" Even if you haven't I'm sure you can imagine how it would feel. They are in a different place. Maybe you felt that way when you were in their shoes but its been too long and that magic is gone. You aren't sure but you'll do anything to feel good again so you're willing to try.



I just dusted off my classic series and decided to try to feel that high again. I wanted to see if I could recapture that magic and feel that good again. Let me tell you, the magic is back. The good flying high as a kite feeling is back. I feel young and alive again. I I feel younger, more alert and better than any drug could ever make me feel. I don't ever want to lose this feeling again and I want everyone to feel this way too.



Of course I'm sure most of you know by now that I'm not really talking about a classic novel but rather exercise. I had lost the plot. I had forgotten just how good intense exercise can make you feel. Oh sure I still spin the dogs around the block for about a mile just about everyday but our pace has been lackadaisical at best. Over the past few days I've picked up the pace and added extra workouts to my day. Yes the same type of workouts I was doing a year ago that felt so good and I didn't want to ever stop but I did and why? Because the house was being remodeled and it was easier to just not exercise and eat lots of unhealthy takeout than it was to take the time to find ways to exercise and eat right. Excuses excuses excuses.



My stress levels have been sky high and my mood has been so down and dark. I thought I had it under control and then something or someone would trigger me and I'd go tumbling off the cliff into that pit again. I suppose I could have gone to the doctor and asked for a prescription to elevate my mood but instead my sweet husband gently reminded me how good I felt last year when I was moving my body and exercising. He also very gently reminded me that I complained less about aches and pains and in general I was much happier and more fun to be around. Of course he did it in such a way that I didn't even realize until after the fact that he had been pushing me to exercise again.



I'm starting to trust myself around foods again. I know its hard for most people to understand but if I've gone to the grocery store this week I've brought a limited amount of money and saved the receipt and put it up on the fridge so I'd be accountable for the food I bought. No sneaking in a half gallon of chocolate trinity ice cream and hiding it in the garage freezer behind the chicken breasts, no Toblerone tucked in my handbag for "emergencies" and no secret stashes of foods. Binge eating is like a disease to my body. Right now I need discipline. I need control. I need accountability. I need the only drug that help me...exercise.



If you've lost that high, if you've lost that magic, I'm here to tell you it can be yours again and it feels so DAMN GOOD! Get high on exercise with me.