Sunday, January 13, 2013
I wanted to write a whole lot about today, but frankly, I'm tired. But I'm tired for a good reason. I spent 5 1/2 hours cleaning my bedroom. I did the deep cleaning that it needed, changed the bedding, threw away a bunch of things I didn't want or need any more, gave away things that were still in good condition, and drank a lot of water. I'm achy, but I'm feeling better than I have in a long time. Yes, this might not be traditional "exercise", but it involved a lot of lifting, bending, moving and, most importantly, sweating.
There's still a part of me that can't believe just how much of a change in attitude I'm experiencing. I'm enjoying getting the cleaning done. I'm enjoying working up a sweat and seeing what my hard work is getting me. I'm wanting to get these things done more than I'm wanting to sit down and read or play on my kindle. Because I know that I won't feel any guilt when do get to settle down and do these things. Everything that must be done is done and I've earned the relaxation.
I'm sure some of you are saying, "Duh! I could have told you that!" But it's taken me a long time - over 30 years - to make this realization. I'll never be perfect. My house will never be perfect. But I'll be accomplished and I'll feel proud of myself. The things I'm doing with my cleaning, the focus I'm giving it, is bleeding into other parts of my life. Rather than drink juice or soda, I'm grabbing ice water. Rather than snacking away on buttered pop corn, I'm wanting to made homemade hummus. I'm thinking about me and what's best. And I'm not sure if I've ever done that before.
I feel good.