JavaJ
New member
Let me start from the top. First, I am a recovering addict. I have been sober for over 21 years. Second, I was a smoker for 25 years, but have been smoke-free since June 10, 2004. Third, I am a cancer survivor (malignant pancreatic cancer) for two years. As a consequence, I have had my metabolism screwed up from here to BFE and am now working doubletime to get my weight down to where I was five years ago.
My problem? It's not dieting. Being diabetic (after losing most of my pancreas to cancer) has assured that I must eat right...or else. And my problem is not exercising. I do two cardiovascular workouts every a day; morning and evening. And I lift weights every Monday, Wednesay and Friday, come hell or high water.
My problem is that ever since I began this program of exercise and weight loss, I have been in a constant see-saw between depression and hatred. And I am not talking about simple discouragement and disgust; I mean a burning anger that has reached a sustained peak since late August.
In short, I am like a raw wound...just waiting to be aggravated.
I would have figured that all this exercise would be an antidote to such feelings; generating endorphins to alleviate depression, and blowing off enough steam to not have any residual angst. But every day I feel just that much darker and that much more searing.
Someone please tell me I'm not the only one going through this. I already feel alienated enough with all the horse[manure] of being ostracized for being as obese as I am.
.jj
My problem? It's not dieting. Being diabetic (after losing most of my pancreas to cancer) has assured that I must eat right...or else. And my problem is not exercising. I do two cardiovascular workouts every a day; morning and evening. And I lift weights every Monday, Wednesay and Friday, come hell or high water.
My problem is that ever since I began this program of exercise and weight loss, I have been in a constant see-saw between depression and hatred. And I am not talking about simple discouragement and disgust; I mean a burning anger that has reached a sustained peak since late August.
In short, I am like a raw wound...just waiting to be aggravated.
I would have figured that all this exercise would be an antidote to such feelings; generating endorphins to alleviate depression, and blowing off enough steam to not have any residual angst. But every day I feel just that much darker and that much more searing.
Someone please tell me I'm not the only one going through this. I already feel alienated enough with all the horse[manure] of being ostracized for being as obese as I am.
.jj