Suffice to say that I have NOT been a happy camper as of late. First and foremost, I have done no camping to be happy about. (boo! but coming soon during a summer near you!) I have been stiff, achey, and tired . . . not to mention HOT. Florida is HOT. Am I already hitting menopause? I haven't even had a child, yet! (Which is something that I deeply hope to do before my body is no longer capable!) Did I mention how HOT it is here?
What's up, body? Actually, my thoughts have been a bit more vulgar than that. Cussing, both in my head and out loud, has become almost the norm. Not OK! What gives, body o' mine? Why are you acting so spitefully? Why must I convince myself that I will feel better after moving? How come, after the naps and the fresh fruits and veggies and lots of water, are you not recooperating? Perhaps the recent influx of ice cream and krispy kremes have not been so nutritious; however, they are, indeed, recent and not routine. THIS IS GETTING OLD!
Okay. A little bit of venting aside, I want to account for the last couple of days. I did get a couple of walks with the dog in and Tuesday I did 20 minutes of yoga while I watched Modern Family (hilarious!!!!!) P.S. If you ever feel like just SITTING and watching something funny, either comedy central stuff or particular comedians, or funny sitcoms, I am actually promoting that this very instant: DO IT. And while you watch - STRETCH. Or do yoga. Or pilates. Or jumping jacks and situps and pushups. For a whole show (either take breaks during commericals or do something more intense during commercials...perhaps even vacuuming or tidying up the room or doing dishes). That way, you are not feeling guilty about watching TV AND you are getting some good movement in :-)
This morning, I d-r-a-g-g-e-d my butt out of bed, put a temporary 'block' on the cognitive awareness of the stiffness and fatigue racking my body, and plowed ahead: up, get dressed, throw bedding in laundry so not able to snuggle back into sheets, drink some water, lace up shoes, grab dog, get out the door. Before thinking too much about it. I'm going to be stiff and tired whether I do this or not. How did it go? A couple minutes of walking, attempted to run (lasted 3 minutes), consigned to walking the rest of the way. 25-minutes my doggy and I spent in the "less-hot" morning of Gainesville, FL. I returned home with no significant change in my wakefulness, perhaps minor improvement of hip pain, cranky that I wasn't able to run, but somewhat relieved that I had done something. BTN. Better than nothing. Had to kick myself in the proverbial a$$ to 'git 'er done. (NOTE: Do not misread; I did not literally kick myself in the butt, nor did I kick my own butt. Very different concepts, each.)
I keep meaning to go swimming. I keep wanting to run. Or even walk for a longer period of time. My excuses range from inconvenience to fatigue to the heat to not wanting to shower more than once per day - mostly, not wanting to wash the hair more than once per day (ah-NOY-ing). The inconvenience of needing to bring all of my workout gear and/or change of clothes PLUS shower stuff to be able to just stay on campus to workout between class and work inhibits that plan; not wanting to ride the bus all smelly and nasty after working out inhibits me from going in the morning or evening (actually, let's face it: morning travel to the gym is not in the cards right now. There is virtually NO parking available and bussing it adds 20-40 minutes to planning out the whole event. What about at night? By afternoon, it is HOT. The pool at school closes unreasonably early, and the pool at my apartment complex is filled with kids and not really big enough for laps. I CAN do some stuff in the pool at my apartment - but by evening, usually I'm involved with social activities that are important to my mental wellbeing! (Sometimes I am able to talk friends into doing something active: walking to wherever we are going or swimming or something of that nature.)
Gah! Time for the health coach to figure out goals and ways to attain them!!! Current patterns (which is actually a lack of a pattern) has not been conducive to any ideas that I have of competing in events or improving my health.
Thanks, mom, for telling me not to "try: just DO it." Funny - a "facebook friend" of mine posted on her wall the blog of a self-titled wellness entrepreneur who just wrote about Decisions: Do You Choose to Move? That was the choice of this morning. Choose to do it.
(*Note #2: I do not encourage people to move if they are in certain pain or very ill. The stubborness I write about today to "force" myself to move is a mind-over-matter issue and I was not in serious danger of injuring myself. The difference between being persistant/determined and being unsafe/self-injurious must be understood.)
*Best wishes for all of you happy campers reading today! May your day have adequate movement and achievable yet challenging goals!*
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