I used to blog a lot more about health and fitness… specifically, mine.
Remember that? If you click here, you can read post after post after post after post on the very subject.
Lots of before photos. Lots of after photos. Then more let’s try this again photos. There was some whining. There were some truths. But basically, this has been a subject I’ve talked about since I quit smoking almost 11 years ago.
Funny. I never talked about smoking while I was actually a smoker. God forbid I would let fellow scrapbookers in on my dirty little
That’s how long figuring out how to take care of myself has taken. Is taking. Let’s move it into the present tense. Because this is an ongoing thing for me.
Part of not blogging about it was getting negative comments in the past from people who would say things like, “SOLVE THIS already.” As a sensitive kind of girl, I decided to hedge my bets and take this story offline into the safety of an online course. I know that thicker skin and blogging should match up nicely, but they don’t for me. But in the safety of the class, I know I can speak freely about where I’m at, and how this shit is going.
And if you would like to know, it’s going alright.
One could say that 2016 has been a year. The macro stuff (the election, the wars, the artists we lost), and the micro stuff (my family, your family… the stuff that is literally close to home), have added up to a year wherein I think I felt less joy than others. That’s not an excuse for not having some bomb ass after photo that demonstrates how well I care for myself. It’s just the year I personally experienced.
The micro stuff has been challenging, namely Dan’s career change and yes, it’s funny how someone else’s challenging experience can spill over into another’s (i.e. mine.) The hours he’s putting in… the stress he is navigating… and the partner in crime that I’m actually missing… this is a time of transition and change.
Me being 50 and the whole post menopausal thing (what the hell? chin hair? you’ve GOT to be joking, right?), and just getting older with all they physical changes that come with that territory.
And yet, the desire to simply appreciate this body for all that it lets me do is stronger than ever. The push for some ideal of perfection is losing its luster. If I am not simply more than the cells that tie this all together externally, then we do have a problem, Houston.
And I’ve spent too many years throwing darts at a board that just keeps moving anyway.
The year in general health and fitness was pretty good. I had two doctors say, and yes I’m quoting them, “You’re a pretty healthy person.” I had a clean mammogram. I had a normal colonoscopy. I had no major issues save for sore hips when I exercise with regularity. Hello age. And sugar.
I haven’t been the poster child for all things healthy. At times, sure. But not always. I’m just saying that eating Nutella with a spoon right out of the container may not be best for my continued longevity. But I keep showing up and remembering to be grateful and to do the best I can.
Maybe that is the ultimate takeaway from 2016. Show up. Be grateful. Do the best you can.
Ain’t no shame in that game, people.
I’m inviting you to join me for Fit 2017. We’re going to show up, be grateful and do the best we can. We’ll journal the story, too. Being connected to your facts is a powerful tool in cultivating self-care and a conscious approach to life. Even when Nutella gets in the way. I’ll work to share a bit more of my story here on my blog, too. I’d love to have you join me in 2017. The introductory price ends on January 1, 2017, then it’s $31 to join.