Actually, Tuesday was. I hit rock bottom and I’m finally clawing my way out.
Some of you may or may not know that I was in a show here in Las Vegas. Well, when the show closed, it hit me hard and I became depressed. So what did this depressed, out-of-work actor do? Quit the gym, ate everything in sight, and turned into an anti-social hermit, of course!
As a result of all the chaos, I’ve taken on a serious junk food habit: full sugar Coke, jars of peanuts, gallons of ice cream, etcetera, etcetera, for always, forever… Anyway, the other night, while eating a bag of popcorn and drinking some Coke, it hit me, “Why am I eating all this junk?” After finishing up the popcorn and Coke – one should not waste – I thought long and hard about my life since losing my job, and it made me shudder. I decided enough was enough, and I was going to do something about it.
I went to the gym on Tuesday.
And boy, did I feel great… and then I felt like crap. I’ll tell you something about the gym: he is a bitterly jealous lover. He made me pay big time for not visiting him these past six months. I was standing at the sink at one point that afternoon, when I started having pains in my stomach. After going through every reason in the book, including, “I’m pregnant, I’m experiencing implantation cramps,” I realized that it was just my abs. They were sore. I forgot I had that muscle…
So I’ve recommitted myself to taking care of myself, mentally and physically: I'm going to work out regularly, eat better, and be more social. And though I know climbing out of the hole I dug for myself will take a bit of time, the changes I’ve made so far are palpable: I’ve actually answered my phone, instead of screening it and letting it go to voicemail!