I told you all in September that I was going to do it. It took me awhile plus a little co-pressure from a dear friend, but I finally did it. If you’re a regular reader, you may be thinking – “good for you, Tatum, you’ve been working out. You’re going to nail Goldy’s Run.”
So, uh, yeah, I went a few times and I felt amazing…then one time I chose a pedicure over the gym. It was still “me-time” so it’s all good, right? Well that was my last trip to the gym. LA Fitness loves me, I just keep letting them take $30 out of my bank account each month and I nearly never show up to accelerate the depreciation of their treadmills.
Anyway, let’s not focus on what I haven’t been doing. Let’s talk about what I finally did do.
Here’s your clue.
That’s right. I went to a therapist.
For some, that may not be a big deal. Many of my friends have wondered how I’ve lived, really close to, 36 years and never went to a therapist, but, I hadn’t and I was a little nervous. I mean, if any of you had told me that you went to a therapist, I’d say and believe that it was great. But here’s the thing; I can be a bit of a hypocrite sometimes. I encourage others to ask for help, but I don’t always ask for it myself.
After much procrastinating, I listened to my gut and I knew I needed help with some things.
So I did it. I went. I was a little afraid to look around in the waiting room for fear I’d see someone I know, but once I got over myself, it went well. There was a couch (I didn’t lay down). And a box of tissue (I didn’t need one). She introduced herself. She specializes in traumatic births and infant loss and is the mother to former 35 week and 26 week preemies. She asked me what I hoped to get out of our meetings, I gave her my two goals (yes, I went with goals. Years of corporate America and I go to every meeting with a goal). I talked…a lot, as I often do. She listened, asked questions and suggested tools. The hour ended. She didn’t give me a hug, “because it’s the flu season” (I love people who understand!). I drove home, thought about some of the things she had to say. She was right. Why hadn’t I thought of that?
And that’s about it. I’m no longer a Therapy Virgin and I”ll definitely go back for more. That’s probably all you’ll ever hear about therapy. Even though it may seem like I share my whole world with the internet, believe me, I don’t. However, since I announced I was planning to do it, I felt like I should at least take a post to celebrate taking a step towards taking care of me.
Now, back to that working out bit; who wants to do this part of getting healthy with me?? I really like partners in crime. You don’t need to live near, just brag about what you’re doing for working out and then my competitive spirit will kick in and I’ll have to start doing my version of just as good.© Copyright Tatum, All rights Reserved. Written For: Ain't No Roller Coaster