Winter break was a rough time for me. To be honest, all of Fall semester was pretty rough, and not having classes to focus on during break just, well, broke me.
I wasn’t completely unhappy…I was just unhappy with some things. It was the internal being affected by the external, and it felt rather hopeless.
Then I made a plan.
Or rather, my husband bought a bow (as in archery), and I planned to join the gym.
A big part of my issue was my lack of movement. Since moving to NJ, I pretty much stopped working out. I think I’ve mentioned it before (though I’m remiss to remember when right at this moment), but exercise has always been my best anti-depressant (and I’ve been on a few of the pharmaceutical kind.) After everything that happened last Spring (yes, it’s been almost a year), I also took to eating my emotions. 20 lbs later (on top of the 10 I’d gained after getting married), and I was going in the wrong direction in more way than one.
Fast forward to now…I’ve been a gym member since the middle of January. I go about 4 days a week (sometimes more), and I’m eating better. I feel better in general, happier over all. Add to all that the fact that I like my classes this semester (even Statistics), and you have a happy Peggy.