Wednesday, November 25, 2009
It's officially Holiday Vacation Time for me - I'm off till Monday, I have guests (including dogs) coming both Thursday and Saturday and the holiday meal is at my house - which means the level of cleanliness has to ratchet up a bit. So last night, knowing I still had to shop at 2 stores, knowing I had my own hungry dogs waiting at home and knowing I had to bring in a small load of firewood (in the dark) if I wanted to have a warm house in the morning.
So I thought maybe I'd just skip the gym. I still don't really like the stationary bike and my foot, though better, is still tender. And after all, it's holiday. And I want to go home. And it's dark. And there are Things To Do.
and and and
as I drove past the gym my body suddenly surged with the desire for a workout! It craved the release that exercise would give it. And my hands, much smarter than my brain sometimes, just turned that steering wheel to the left and pointed the car into the parking lot. I surrendered to the desire of my body and did a nice 25 minute routine on the bike. It was hard. For some reason, this form of exercise is more difficult than any other cardio I've ever done. Coupled with that, I find it boring - though I think that is partly because it's hard. But I stayed with it, completed the routine, took a little cool down stroll - quite slow to protect the foot - and simply flew out of the gym, filled with triumphant energy.
I breezed through the grocery store with mounting hunger and thought about picking up take-home for dinner - mentally casting about over my options - fast food? frozen food? deli food? when my body spoke again and begged me to please feed it with better quality food I knew I had at home. "You won't have nearly the control, nor feel as satisfied, with something already prepared. " my body urged.
And I listened. And then it hit me - I'd made two really good choices in a short space of time. Two choices for me - for health. For energy and strength and happiness - and by golly - I ought to stop and savor the feeling of pride that gave me. I realized that often, when I do something good I reject the feeling of pride and accomplishment with a dismissive attitude of "Well Bess, you were supposed to do that".
So instead of turning on the radio for the drive home I just thought about how wonderful I feel - how good life is - when I listen to what my body really wants. And that felt like a true reward.
Hope you have a rewarding day too.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Or at least, by one foot - which has suddenly come down with Plantar Fasciitis - the inflammation of a thick band of tissue, called the plantar fascia, which runs across the bottom of your foot — connecting your heel bone to your toes. (MayoClinic - www.mayoclinic.com/health/plantar-fa
A common ailment among runners it also strikes the middle aged, the overweight, and those who make their living standing a lot. A long stand-up outdoor funeral and an even longer stand up gathering afterwards (several hours on my feet) yesterday blew what had been a little twinge of pain into the full blown throb of true plantar faciitis.
I had a bout with this 2 summers ago and it laid me low for almost a year. There are steroid treatments for this condition but the best home remedies for it are ibuprofen, ice and staying off it. NOT a great condition at any time of the year, it's particularly cruel now when I'm working hard to drop the lbs., strengthen the muscles, and live an otherwise healthy life.
To say I'm bummed is ... well ... pretty accurate. But to say I am defeated is an exaggeration. I am nothing if not flexible and there ARE exercise options for someone suffering with this. I will switch from my beloved elliptical and step classes to the stationary bike. I have never liked that form of exercise, preferring, if I'm going to be on a bike, to take back country roads through the lush Virginia countryside.
But that doesn't mean I can't learn to use the tool and come to enjoy it as well.
So. today, instead of taking the dogs for a brisk walk - I will spend my lunch hour at the gym, getting comfortable on the bike. And I will flex my foot and do those toe scrunching exercises and take ibuprofen and keep a cold can in the freezer to roll beneath my sock covered foot....and see if I can lick this meanie.
And I will remember my mother's advice: When you come to a wall, walk along it till you come to a window, a door, or a corner. And while you're at it, look around to see if there are any flowers blossoming at its base
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