I did the obligatory little search for a therapist on psychology today. I always have so much dread doing that. I loathe the fact that my old therapist can’t see me anymore and also can’t send any new therapist any information on me except my diagnoses. That means I have to start entirely over. But I still do the obligatory once in a blue moon search. I found this lady, and wow ok! Her little description here sounds like she’d be a good fit for me!
Then I researched her some more online, and it seems like she has a very negative view on motherhood. Having my daughter was actually the least traumatic thing about my story, and zero bitches are going to try and make me feel otherwise! Not sorry! If this therapist responds to me, I’m going to tell her no thank you after all. But I’m not going to talk about my amazing daughter. It’s best just to not engage.
I didn’t suffer from postpartum depression. I was actually depressed during pregnancy, and then going birth caused a surge of elation. It’s the opposite of how it’s supposed to go. Most people think the depression is supposed to come after the baby. I’m also an anomaly when it comes to seasonal affective depression. Most people get it in the winter months, but I get it in the summer months. It’s too much work to explain these weird switcharoos with me to psychiatrists or therapists.
I had another gym day today. I had about 2-3 rest days since my pushy salesman/personal trainer experience. I can’t remember what day that was. I signed up for a free pass at a gym called “Anytime Fitness” to possibly sign up for a membership, but once I did that, they started blowing up my phone. The manager of the one near me managed to sound over-bubbly on text. I could automatically tell she was also going to be a pushy salesman. I responded to one of the texts that I was only looking for a membership, not personal training. She responded with that that was ABSOLUTELY fine! Then after the next text reminder, I just sent the word “cancel”. I don’t want to deal with that again.
This morning I went to a fitness connection but a different location than the other day. Like I said, I was afraid that when I swiped in, I’d somehow be flagged as the woman who escaped the sales pitch. But I showed up at 5:15 am and the guy working the desk had his head down and was asleep on the job. So I just walked past him and started working out. I did five machines- two leg machines, two arm machines, and an ab one. I did 3-4 reps of 8-12 each. I also do 4,000 steps on the treadmill.
I can’t tell you how good this makes me feel! Yesterday, I was kind of at a little bit of a breaking point because gift card boss changed my schedule for this week twice within a four hour time span. I would like to rant about why, even though I like gift card boss and I like most of the clients, I do kind of hate that I’m a caregiver again. Like I said before, I’d like to be doing something in stores again. But that’s for another day. I love the fact that I took it upon myself to learn to work out and that this is something that helps how I feel physically. I’ve been feeling like this for 12 years, and no one has been able to help me except me. Me taking up personal fitness actually goes against most of the advice I’ve been given.

















