Tuesday, January 20, 2009
I have always had really good sessions with my trainer. I meet with Chris once a week and usually leave feeling strong, confident, and amazed at what he was able to help me accomplish. Not this week. He pushed me really hard...that's nothing new. But for some reason I had a mental road block and basically fell apart. I held it together during our session, but he knew I wasn't myself. Once I left the Y, I barely made it to my car before I started bawling. It was kinda cathartic, but I just don't understand it. My emotions are all of the place these days, but most often they hover between angry or defeated. I will never be successful until I can identify the cause of my mood swings and fix it. I have an appointment with the gyno next week and am hoping she can help me.
The positive note is that after I had my cry session, I took a deep breath & drove home & had a nice, healthy sandwich for dinner. If this had been two years ago, I probably would have stopped at the McDonald's I drive by and stufffed my face.