Two days without exercise, and I’m feeling it. A late afternoon migraine yesterday kept me from getting out for the walk I wanted; today, the pain is gone and I’m not letting anything keep me from getting the activity I want and need. Heat or no, I’m heading out this evening.
Here’s a funny thing: despite craving movement, I still have to talk myself into it. Every single time I go for a walk, or do the weights and yoga, there are a few moments of hesitation, an acknowledgement that this is the very last thing I want to do,then a recalling of past sessions and the good feelings attached to them, and, finally, an “Okay, I can do this. Let’s go.” There’s never a “woo hoo!” at the beginning–that comes at the end–but I do it. That’s the thing that really matters, and maybe the pre-exercise hesitation and dicking around is a needed part of the process. And maybe I’m worrying at something I don’t need to worry at. I do what needs to be done, I feel better–much better–for it afterward, and I miss it if I skip too many days in a row. I’m calling that progress!
Happy Wednesday, all! Make it a great day!