Proud of myself and yet disappointed. I got up at 5:00 A.M and jogged to the park. I've always been scared to jog through the park because it's located in the middle of a forest, but it was fun because bunny rabbits, weird bird noises and I saw a pond off in the distance with water fowl. I was scared to even walk down the street this morning, I'm agoraphobic and I felt ashamed of myself that I have gotten that bad. My skin was crawling and I wanted to give up.
After I finished jogging/walking though the park, I started cramping I was like FML and PMS because I wanted to play adventurer, because I was proud and realized things were harmless and that my anxiety does magnify things.
So I turned back around walked then I started jogging and the cramps went away. Then I jogged back to my house. I was like, I want to do some more, then I did a circle around my neighborhood. I did great, I was disappointed because of how bad I let myself get, but now it has motivated me to get up and get more fit because working out inside is not doing much.
After I finished jogging/walking though the park, I started cramping I was like FML and PMS because I wanted to play adventurer, because I was proud and realized things were harmless and that my anxiety does magnify things.
So I turned back around walked then I started jogging and the cramps went away. Then I jogged back to my house. I was like, I want to do some more, then I did a circle around my neighborhood. I did great, I was disappointed because of how bad I let myself get, but now it has motivated me to get up and get more fit because working out inside is not doing much.