The problem is that I don't exercise. I struggle with this bipolar, I am horribly short tempered. I yell at the kids when they are misbehaving. I hate raising my voice. I can't get up a flight of stairs without struggling with breath. Why can't I just start walking? I hate my body, to the point that I'm embarrased to go out in public. I know exercise would improve my symptoms both mentally and physically. I'm worried about my health, but instead of doing something about I eat more food and sit my lazy rear on the couch and read. If I take the kids to the park, I'm too tired to do anything but sit and watch. My house is messy and dirty. I don't get up to clean. I am anxious and feel clausterphobic because we have too much stuff in our house, but I don't get up to go through it. At least I go to work, but my concentration doesn't come with me.
I'm miserable. Any advice? You all understand how hard it is to fight this beast, all I hear from my family and friends is to push myself to go to the gym. I know the steps. It's just hard. I've become this lazy blob of a person and I hate who I've become.
Love to you all, my second family.
Sabrina





