In moving my muscles, to paraphrase Julia Cameron once again, I am moving my mood. I suspect this is one of the reasons Life is not feeling quite so Heavy and Dim these days. I am wanting to make this a priority in my life, at least for the next two months and a week (According to my calculations, he will finish with these sessions in the first week of September). I found that I didn't get "hangry" as I have in the past, and was able to get through assembling dinners - delayed by an hour and a half due to wending our way home through traffic - without wanting to lose my shit, pardon my French.
Working out was the only thing I managed to get done today, but that's okay. No one has an appointment tomorrow, so I can focus on the more domestic affairs, such as laundry and paperwork. Tomorrow I can feel a different sense of accomplishment. Today's was the satisfaction I had in moving my body, and listening to my body, and knowing when to push, and when to say I'd had enough.
I'm already noticing a difference in how my clothes are fitting. Tomorrow I will weigh myself and see where I am.
Getting my body moving is a key to some mental clarity for me. Right now it is in doing difficult chores that are long overdue. I keep telling myself I am taking care of my body by doing work. Sometimes I even believe myself. Good for you for working out
ReplyDeleteWhat's funny is that I was never a big gym fan before this. I thought I could get all of my exercise out in nature. I'm actually finding myself looking foward to doing a little bit more, pushing myself a little bit farther. It's totally addicting - and not a bad addiction to have. :)
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