It’s 2:20 am and the biffy is calling my name. Sadly. . . I can’t get out of bed. Every muscle in my body hurts; abs, thighs, arms, neck, you name it. I was not in a serious car accident, no. I did not run a triathlon. Nor, did I do hard physical labor all day.
I worked out this week. . . not once, but TWICE!
About every other month, I decide I need to get in better shape, ummmm. . . I mean, in shape. I usually only walk a few of times a week during the school year otherwise, so when these urgent calls from my body tell me to pay attention and strengthen up, I tend to jump right in and try to fix it. Too much, too soon, too much pain. Then, what do you think finishes off the cycle? Yep, I rest and kinda quit. And, the cycle continues. Been goin on fer years now.
I wasn’t always this way. Throughout my first 40 some years of life, I was obsessed with exercise, my eating, weight, and perfection. Then, a surgery that put me down. I softened. In a good way. And, I started liking who I was becoming.
So, now, almost 50, I’m listening more to my body and she’s telling me I have zero core strength, I’m pretty weak and my flexibility is nadda. But, keep up the walking – daily, Lady. Oh and by the way, your arms are starting to look pasty and, well. . . whatever, you are almost 50.
Well, that kind of talk gets me riled. I become driven to fight back, so I pop in those DVD’s and do everything that perky young thing tells me to do. Push-ups? Sure. Squats? You got it.
Here’s the rub. Now, my body is cuuuuu-rying! First, she wants it, then she doesn’t. She says to push through it and then she says to rest, it’s too much.
My daughter Lauren, who is 25 and a wellness coach, scolds me, “No pain, no gain, Mom. Push through it. You gotta keep it up or you won’t see any results.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I tell her. I’m her worst client. But, I can be that way to her. I’m her mother. She rolls her eyes. I’m sure I frustrate her. She says these words with love, but it’s my own voice that I hear in the background. Yes, that’s her in the photo above.
My friend who is my age consoles me, “Shar, we aren’t 25. We’ve been down that road. Accept who you are. We are ok.”
I love my friend because she understands me and where I’ve been, and my daughter IS only 25. I should rest.
But, the whole world screams, “NO EXCUSES! YOU ARE ONLY AS OLD AS YOU FEEL.”
It bothers me that I even spend time thinking about this when I could be doing something constructive, like writing or reading. It all seems so ego-driven.
Bernice. (said like Seinfield says Newman)
I’ve grown wiser with age and have learned to not strive for the perfect anything anymore. I just want to feel good; mind, body, heart and soul. If any of these “friends” is left out, the others suffer. It’s a constant state of mindfulness I need to be in, always checking in with each. Wait, I hear a small voice of reason. . .
“Just move your body, Shar. It doesn’t matter what you do. Move.”
Aw, somebody with sense. Heart and Soul are speaking up for Joy, my body.
I think I’ll just go for a walk today and do a little yoga. 🙂
Who do you listen to? Do you push through and work through the pain? Or, do you rest – and forget what you started?
(And, this doesn’t just pertain to exercise, you know. . . )