Endocrine? Hormone? Depression? Bone Idle Lazy? I don’t know what is wrong with me. I have no focus. I can’t seem to stick with anything anymore. I can’t seem to change. I am about 75 pounds overweight. Barely working. Can’t seem to make decisions for myself.
Ten years ago I was focussed on my career. I was working full belt at my job, doing well. I was really good at what I did. The environment was stressful and I relieved that stress by taking classes at night – anything from Ground School for my pilot’s license to computer programming to wood carving. I was up early every day and out the door early. Always first or second in the office. Always one of the last to leave. In a word, driven. It didn’t matter what it was, I went at it all out. But I was 40 years old with a body fat of >40%. Complete couch potato. I could run about 20 steps before starting to wheeze. On the fast track to a heart attack.
Joined a gym. Got a personal trainer. Started getting in shape. Stumbled into triathlon (had to Google it the first time I saw the word triathlon). Work was getting crazy stressful. I took it out in the gym. My very first intro to tri (half of a sprint tri) I was hooked!! Huge smile was plastered all over my face. Couldn’t remove it if you tried. Spent a year doing every sprint tri in my local area getting fitter and fitter as I went. A friend did an Ironman that year. I had never heard of Ironman. Wow. Big challenge. Huge! No way I could do something like that – which was all it took for me. I wanted to do it. Needed to maybe. Signed up.
Did my first Ironman the next year. Signed up right away for another. This is great. I love this stuff. Body fat is now around 15%. I am fit. I love this feeling. After two Ironmans in two years I signed up for two the following year. People said I was nuts but I loved this!! In three years my life has completely changed!!! I loved that I could swim or ride or run “forever”. I wasn’t fast or anything but I was in the top quarter of my age group at Ironman. Even had a few podiums at shorter distances. More importantly, it felt so good to just be out there being active!!!
But something happened. After that second year doing the Ironman race, suddenly I couldn’t seem to do the workouts anymore. I would get changed into workout clothes and then just sit staring at the door. I started gaining weight again. This went on for about 6 months. During this time I tried different depression meds. None of them helped. I fought back, dumped the drugs and got back into training, lost the weight I had regained and did the two Ironman races that year but on the second one I had to really talk myself into showing up at the starting line. By the end of that season I was so down I didn’t really care about anything anymore. I was in a dark place.
I don’t give up easy. I didn’t know what was wrong. I signed up again for the Ironman for the next year. Training and racing was the one thing that made me happy. I started back on different depression meds. I trained for the race. There were no big gaps in my training, but it was lacklustre. I could feel something was missing. I did the race but it was slow – even for me. I came in about the third quarter of my age group. There was nothing there.
A month before the race I was let go from my job. Downsizing. I was secretly thrilled. I wasn’t enjoying it. Of course, I wasn’t enjoying anything. After that I didn’t work for a couple of years. Tried various meds – nothing seemed to work. I couldn’t seem to get motivated to train. I couldn’t get motivated to even look for work.
That was a couple of years ago. Right now I am off meds. I am working now. In debt up to my eyeballs from not working so long. I keep trying to train but can’t seem to train with any consistency. I am back up at about 45 to 50% body fat!!! I can string some workouts together but then it falls apart. At the beginning of the summer I started out with 20 min walks as a workout and over the course of the summer worked my way up to some 2 hour runs this fall!!! Yay!! Really slow runs, but I told myself the speed would come back as I got fitter and started losing the weight. Then it stopped. Again. I am back to walking. This is so sad.
I keep trying to regain my fitness. I keep trying to motivate myself to take back control of my career. I can’t seem to keep any sort of focus. It has affected every aspect of my life. It makes me so sad to see what has happened to me. I have lost all sense of confidence in my ability to do anything – career or fitness. I am a complete and utter wreck. I am mortified of failure. Terrified I will be found out to be a fraud.
I don’t know what is wrong. I am at that age for women where hormones become an issue - but my doc says my hormone levels are fine . He is focused on depression. I know I feel down, very down, a lot of the time but I have tried depression meds – a bunch of different ones and they seem to help a little at first but then the good affect fades and I am left with blah. I get the same good affect for a little while when I stop them. I can’t seem to focus. I don’t have the relentless drive that I used to have. I want so much to change but can’t seem to. That sounds so incredibly pathetic. Sigh… I don’t know what is wrong with me.
Any ideas of what to do? How can I dig myself out of this pit I have crawled in to? I want so desperately to change.