Four Legged Friends And Fitness: The Rx That Saved My Life

Four Legged Friends and Fitness: The Rx that Saveddance at the Stroud School of Dance in Stony Brook
My Life for over 25 years.  I danced about 3 times per
An inspirational biography/editorial by Katherine Reneeweek from the time I was 3 until I graduated high
Bolandschool.  Being in shape physically came naturally for
 I work in the pharmaceutical industry, I know howme.  I had defined calve muscles, and perfect
much time and money is invested in marketingposture by the time I was in kindergarten.  But just
prescription drugs.  Whether it's branded or generic,dance alone did not satisfy me.  What I wanted
the pharmaceutical industry makes billions of dollarsmore than anything in the world was to ride a horse.
per year off of doctors signing away on their scriptMy parents finally gave in and allowed me to start
pads.  Society is convinced that there is a syntheticriding lessons when I was in the second grade.  I
cure for everything from back pain to Restless Legshad discovered my true passion!  Nothing gives me
Syndrome.  One of the most lucrative classes ofmore than a natural adrenaline high then taking a
medications being the antidepressants. perfect jump.  Despite the myth that the horse
Depression is looked upon as the foundation fordoes all the work, riding is actually an incredible
several disease states including lack of sleep, andphysical workout as well.
lowered immune system, therefore leading to even 
more reasons for a trip to the pharmacy.  That            Needless to say, being so sick and
being said, I'd like to share my story of not only howrundown made it almost impossible for me to enjoy
being depressed changed my life, but moreany of these activities that I cherished more than
importantly how prescription drugs did NOT...anything.  I could hardly make it thru a dance class
          When I was about 15 I becamewithout having to stop and sit on the floor.  I even
severely depressed.  The route cause of mystopped riding lessons completely.  Paxil, Zoloft,
depression still remains a mystery to this day. Prozac, etc... I tried it all.   I even stayed one on for
Trying to explain why is a whole other subjectseveral years.  Towards the end I began flushing
manner, far too long and personal for me to attemptthem down the toilet just to fool my parents and
going into detail.the doctors.  Deep down inside I knew that with or
This depression led me into the terrible dark world ofwithout this medication, I still had the same
eating disorders.  You name it I tried it, anything andthoughts.  I still lived inside this awful bubble, where
everything from starvation, throwing up, laxatives,the only thing that mattered to me was a number on
excessive exercise; I tried it all just to lose weight. a scale, as if the world around me would come to an
And I did it on a daily basis for far too many years.end if I weighed an ounce over 90 pounds. 
            Multiple hospital stays,            I cannot give an exact date or
psychotherapists, psychiatrists, and nutritioniststime as to when I woke up, and looked at myself
accompanied by every antidepressant on the marketfrom outside of this so called bubble.  It came as
were part of the attempt to nurse me back tomost things in life do, with time, life experience and
health.  Unfortunately (or perhaps I should saymaturity.  I realized that when I could not enjoy the
fortunately) I owe none of my recovery to anyonethings I loved most in life, I had nothing to live for. 
or anything related to the field of medicine. So by giving myself back something to live for, I
            Finally one day I had ahave lived!  And I'm glad to have lived to tell my
self-realization.  I stepped back outside of my ownstory.  I hope it that it can be an inspiration to
life, looking in as if I was the doctor trying toeveryone else out there who may be going thru
diagnose the helpless patient.  It almost makes mesomething similar.
laugh, because I must have been asked thousands of 
times the exact same question (from friends, family,            Today my most valuable time is
or professionals): "Why are you depressed?"  Andspent riding my horse Tyler, playing with my dog
every time I had the exact same answer: "I don'tRoxy or doing some sort of physical fitness.  My
know!"  Until one day I asked myself a verymotivation to be successful in my career came from
different question.  I had to think outside the box,my long awaited childhood dream of owning my very
see the glass as half full.own horse.  For over 5 years now I have worked
It sounds so simple, so trite, but I had to realize it(ironically!) in pharmaceutical sales.  Just to clarify, I
for myself.  What makes me NOT feel depressed? do NOT sell anti-depressants!  This career enabled
What do I love? What am I passionate about? me to be able to fulfill my dream.  Three years ago
What is it that I live for?  The answer: (the title ofI bought my horse Tyler as a Christmas gift to
my story) Four Legged Friends and Fitness: The Rxmyself.  I deserved it, I knew I did.  I keep Tyler at
that Saved My Lifea local stable in Islandia, where despite my busy
 schedule I ride about 3 times per week.  On the
            From the time I was a youngevenings that I'm not riding I attend kickboxing and
infant, animals and physical fitness became a part ofstep aerobics classes at World Gym in Setauket.  All
my life.  For my very first Christmas my family wasof my time in between is spent playing with, cuddling
given a golden retriever puppy who immediatelyand snuggling with my 9 month old Boston terrier.  I
became my very best friend.  In fact the very firstcan never stay too upset or angry about anything
word I ever spoke was not mommy or daddy likeafter coming home and being greeted by Roxy with
most children; it was "Gog!" (For dog of course).  Iher huge blue eyes!  At night I don't sleep as well if
was absolutely crazy about these "gogs".  All of theI have not exercised in some shape or form.  I can
neighborhood strays would always wind up in ournot stand the guilt that I will feel on a nice day if I
backyard, including a pony who would escape fromhave not gone riding or taken Roxy for a jog
the stable down the road.   Animals seemed to likethrough Avalon Park.
me, and I loved them.Some people may call it an obsession, I call it my
By the time I learned to walk my mother had me incure.
ballet shoes, and enrolled in ballet school.  She taught