Catharsis

This is going to be a bit off the beaten track around here; no sewing, baking crafting to speak of.  It’s likely going to end up being a stream of consciousness because sometimes you have to get things out of your system.  In this particular case not only do I need to write I also need to know its going to be read; so I’m afraid you guys are my audience.  Feel free to skip if you want as I’m probably going to follow some paths that aren’t too shiny or pretty.

September is a weird month.  It’s back to school time (even though I am a decade or more past that stage in my life) and kinda has that new page feeling about it.  In a lot of ways its like new year without the resolutions.  It represents to me a time to start over, try again.  In other ways it absolutely sucks.  With absolutely no grace summer just ups and walks out, the weather turns and its suddenly dark.  And quite often that’s the route my thoughts take too, although September and early October now also completely suck as they remind me of what could have been and haul the loss of my tiny tiny baby up to the surface again.

What makes it harder is that September and October are full of family wedding anniversaries and birthdays.  So whilst I’d quite like to crawl under a rock and hide the mask goes on and I pretend everything is ‘fine’.  Whilst the remake of the Italian Job was not overly my cup of tea, the definition of ‘fine’ has stuck with me: Fucked Up, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional.  Yup, that’s me.  I’m fine.

Depression sucks.  I could use a hundred and one different expletives but it wouldn’t come close.  Before I suffered from it I thought I could imagine what it was like; you know feeling sad and flat.  I was wrong.  So, so wrong.  It’s more than feeling sad and a bit flat.  The sadness is there all the time, it becomes (I’m not sure how to describe this) a sort of filtered window.  It distorts and colours what you see and you feel separated.  That separation makes me feel flat, two-dimensional.  But all the time my head is buzzing and it’s never in a straight line.  I constantly feel like I’m on the outside looking in and the longer it goes on the stronger that feeling gets.  I make the problem worse by putting on the mask and pretending everything is OK.  I don’t know what else to do though.

I can’t let the mask slip as I have a gorgeous Boy who needs me.  So I go through each day working on presenting myself the way I think I’m supposed to.  I know that sometimes my temper is too short and that I lose it at situations that really don’t warrant that response.  I try to explain to him that sometimes I get really really sad and it makes me grumpy and short-tempered.  I know I don’t hide it all the time as there are times when I’m lost in my thoughts and he’ll climb up into my lap to give me a cuddle because he says I look sad again.  It’s the use of the word ‘again’ that breaks my heart.  He deserves better.

Over the last year I’ve had different coping mechanisms.  Some work better than others and some are actually pretty destructive.  Suffice to say I’m on meds and they seem to have lessened the peaks and troughs.  What does help is being fully absorbed in a task as when I’m concentrating completely on a task the negative committee in my head sit down and shut the f**** up.  There is no floor space for them when I’m working out how to construct a collar or making sure some topstitching is even or a sleeve goes in smoothly.  I think it’s also the positive action of taking something and turning it into something else using my hands.  The restlessness of my mind also affects my sleep.  I’m tired, I want to sleep but my head will not shut up.  I’m very familiar with my bedroom ceiling and the way the bedside lamp creates shadows on the ceiling.  So I read (often what other bloggers have written), or I get up and sew, or in this instance, I write.

I also know that I’m an emotional eater and my comfort food of choice is something sweet.   That’s the start of a big nasty circle for me; feel rubbish, eat, look in the mirror, not like the reflection, feel like a failure, eat something to make it better…  It’s text-book and self-perpetuating.  I know that and in fact knowing it makes it worse.  There’s a lot going on over which I have absolutely zero control.  There are some things I can control though and what goes in my mouth and what I ask my body to do each day are things I can act on.  I can change what I eat and I can get off my backside and move more.  So I’m going to.  I’m not as brave as Evie and heading for a crossfit gym (although I’m intrigued, inspired and slightly terrified of the idea of it… One day…  Especially as I’ve found a box near me…) So I’m going to become a Nerd.  Not just a sewing nerd but (and here’s the plan) a fitness one too.

In the early part of the summer I started to eat a more natural diet with less processed anything in it.  I felt and looked a lot better.  And then something happened and I went back to comfort eating and that familiar circle.  Somewhere along the line I found Nerd Fitness and I’ve been reading the blog and it’s archives for a while now.  I’ve even got one of the ebooks in my reader and tentatively started doing the body weight workout.  On the 23rd September Steve Kamb and Staci opening an online fitness academy just for women.  I’m going to sign up.  I’m going to give myself six weeks to see what I can do in that time frame.  See if taking a bit of control and doing something positive for myself helps with the rest of it.

I’ve got a 3/4 of the year resolution I guess; do something for me that helps make me feel better.  You never know, if I can make the fitness gains I want then a better looking bod may come with it and a whole reason to sew some more!  But I’m going to keep sewing in the mean time, it’s my meditation and brings me a lot of joy and satisfaction so there’ll still be sewing going on around here too.  You never know, I may get in front of that bl***y camera and photograph the 6 (or is it 7?!) items that have yet to be blogged!

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I Spun and I Survived!

Dita - The Queen of Burlesque

Hurrah!  I’ve just done my second spinning class and I did way way WAY better tonight than I did last week!  I completed pretty much all of it – missing the odd second of standing on pedals here and there because I can’t co-ordinate myself to stand on the pedals, keep pedalling and alter the resistance all at once…  So I’m feeling pretty darn good about myself at the moment even if I do need a shower (sorry if TMI).

Big difference this time is that I set the bike up properly – last week I think the seat was too far forward and it definitely wasn’t high enough.  I also went in with a rather stubborn mind set that this class was not going to beat me.  So that’s two classes down and six to go – I’m already thinking about what I’ll do when they finish!  I fancy something dance based – but not Zumba!

Maybe a Burlesque class or pole dancing?!  Can you imagine!  Oddly a google search reveals one pole dancing school in Norwich and at least three Burlesque schools:  Kitty Golightly (what a fab name), The School of Burlesque,  and Burlesque Norwich!  I might give the pole dancing a go as I can see how that would make you fit and toned and they do some exercise classes too so it sounds like a pretty good bet for all round fitness.  Burlesque sounds mainly like fun!

Believe it or not I used to dance years ago and I love it – it was modern jazz though so nothing like the above!  Also quite stunning considering my lack of co-ordination whilst spinning tonight…  Anyway, doing something dance related sounds like really good fun and I have learnt that if I don’t enjoy it I wont do it – one of the reasons I am not a runner.  I just found it boring.  Cycling and dance however are my kind of fun so that’s what I’ll concentrate on.

Ouch, That Was Embarrasing

 

OK.  So in a bid to lose weight and shape up I booked myself onto an 8 week “Get Back Into” spinning course run by Active Norfolk.  The first class was last night and… oh dear.  I was a little apprehensive before it started because I haven’t done any real exercise in a very, very long time and was worried I’d struggle but I had no idea it would be THAT bad!

To be blunt about it, I am not as fit as I hoped I was.  And some of my technique sucked, and I was definitely the biggest person in the class.  So all in all, a tad embarrasing.  And as usual, whether fat or thin, I went red doing cardio.

On the positive side though, I went.  I stuck it out and I’m going to finish the course as this is definitely going to get me fitter which can only be a good thing.  I also don’t ache too badly this morning, but experience tells me that it may kick in tomorrow…

Next week my challenge for myself is to do at least half the “out of saddle” stuff as this is what I struggled with and there was a LOT of it last night.  I must keep my back straight when out of the saddle.  By the end of the course (and hopefully sooner), I will do everything in the session.

I am worth the effort.  That’s what I’ve got to remember…