Are You Depressed?
Recently I have had some major changes in my life which caused me to take a stress test with my local physician and you won’t believe what I found out!
Why did I need a stress test?
Lately I have found myself sleeping more than normal, I have kept to myself a little more than normal, and I expecially noticed that my patience is gone with my little daughter. She is so precious, but man can she show her true colors in a matter of a few seconds. Last week, the precious little princess, decided it was time to take a bath…so I willingly obliged. As I was retreiving her bath towel, the little angel, decided to pour out all of her brand new high dollar body wash.
WHY!!! My first reaction was to scream, but I didn’t want my head to pop off so I decided to step away for a minute. After I screwed my head back on I asked the little angel, the one with horns growing out at this point, “what were you thinking?” “Daddy your silly”, she replied and then began to explain that she simply needed bubbles for her bath. And to think that I believed she just intended to waist the body wash.
After our little episode I didn’t realize until the next morning that we had gone to bed before 10pm, which is really early for a big boy like myself. I had to force myself to wake-up before 8am so that I could begin my normal daily grind.
After debating on the little signs that were going off at an alarming rate, I scheduled the test. I answered every question truthfully and tallied my score…making sure to check the math twice, and was astonished to find that I had scored over 500. GREAT JOB RIGHT? Wrong! If you score over 300 you are considered a high risk for stress. So I went for the gold and tried to double the number. My physician didn’t understand why I wasn’t jumping off the park bridge, or trying sky diving without a parachute.
We discussed my daily routine and lifestyle and she quickly realized that I was still sane because of my fitness level, which she described as the best Prozac money doesn’t have to buy.
I never realized how much stress I was dealing with on a daily basis, but I am glad to know that my workout schedule keeps me grounded.
Although my stress is under control I am beginning to write a journal so that I may bring my stress way down, so that willingly I will not have moments in which I need to catch my breath.
Does anyone else deal with their depression/stress through exercising?





