Around this time last year I got stressed out. For me, stressed out is a state of being and not anything abnormal. I'm an anxious person. I flirt with depression. It's the way things have always been.
Right after my husband's major jaw surgery I decided to try Insanity....because I had, in fact, lost touch with reality.
I lasted a week.
The start of week 2 I did a couple of workouts but not the full calendar week. I tried again the next week. That's when my body basically gave up.
I started having chest pains. In hindsight, I should have rushed to the Emergency Room because I have a heart murmur that hasn't been checked (or caused problems) in nearly 20 years. It was so intense that I had to sit down.
I put Insanity on the shelf at that point and went about my daily life...until the chest pains started happening during non-Insanity-level activities. Making dinner, sitting on the couch, etc... I had no other heart attack symptoms so I consulted my good friend Doctor Google.
I got the courage to see my doctor and ask for medication after a slew of natural remedies did no good. It was time for the big guns. I ended up on Zoloft.
It took my sense of taste away for 2 weeks. Again, Dr Google was my friend in figuring out that this is common (but not listed as an official problem) and I trudged through it.
2 Weeks after that I got my wisdom teeth removed...and ended up with dry socket. Was it the worst pain I've ever had? No. Was it mind-numbingly horrible? Yep. Being unable to eat solid food was more of a mental thing than a physical thing.
I got healed up and felt fine.
2 weeks later I got food poisoning from a local Greek place (I still can't think about eating lamb gyro) Again, I was off of solid food and subsisting on sips of water for several days.
The Voice in my head latched on to my weight loss. Even after I healed from this bout of torture I didn't want to eat. I had lost a significant amount of weight and kept thinking "if I eat I'll gain it back."
I had relapsed into my eating disorder...
to be continued...