I had a rebellious weekend. I didn't exercise and I basically ate popcorn for two plus days. I felt like crap going into the weekend and I felt even worse coming out of it. I was basically having a tantrum about aging. Not really about how I look, more about how I feel. And that try as I might, I cannot outrun time. Oh, I do know that exercise prolongs life and function - I firmly believe that, but I was just in a snit about hurting, creaking and a whole 'nother unbloggable list of complaints of the aging,menopausal body, plus the whole dental bone graft thing that's coming up.
So yesterday I just tried to do the next right thing - I won't even call it "back on the wagon" because that implies judgment - either good or bad, and I'm tired of viewing myself in those terms. I'm just acknowledging (after the fact, apparently) that I was doing the dumb teenager thing and rebelling against what I know are the right choices for me. So I did the dreadmill yesterday for a little extra time, rather than punish myself with the boot camp class. Then I came home, changed into my yoga clothes and spent some time on the mat, both practicing yoga and some meditation. Felt better immediately.
Went to bed early - which irritates the bejesus out of Bick (fodder for another post) and got a decent night's sleep and am up early to do more of the same - reading, meditating and posing.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Do what works. Then do it some more.
I'll probably weigh again on Wednesday.