Maybe you all know this already, but my therapist told me that a thirty minute walk five days a week, is equivalent to taking Zoloft, an antidepressant.
It takes thirty days of trumping up and down your park or wherever you take your walk, before it kicks in, but after that you are “on.” Mind you, it stops when you stop walking.
For those of you who prefer jogging, running or swimming, that’s fine too, basically anything that’s aerobic.
I have been doing my best to get myself out there and walk. And you know, once I am moving those feet and I feel the fresh air on my face, the heaviness begins to lift, the cobwebs on my brain fly away and I feel rejuvenated.
Getting out there though is where I trip, but I managed it three times this week.
If anyone out there wants to come with me for a walk let me know.