Svelte, trim, skinny, slim… words that are not used to describe, well, me at least.
Yes, yes, there was a time about a million years ago when I could have been mistaken for two pencils, couldn’t we all?
Exercise, such that I do, is not expected to produce any real reduction in…shall we say frontage? It’s about flexibility, maintaining strength and balance, and perhaps more than ever, mental well-being.
Long sedentary work periods combined with day- night -back- night- breakfast- breakfast -breakfast, does me few favours. And my outside interests? music, (board)gaming, not exactly runabout endeavours. I do have a lot of stairs! although these days there is usually some mental calculation to check if I might need anything else before I descend or ascend.
I’d like to think I generally keep pace with the physical demands, although I completely understand I should “do” more, but it is not the neverending war with gravity and time that concerns me.
Towards the end of last year, I found myself much more, stressed, is the correct word although, I suspect, the wrong impression, and I realised I need to allow myself a degree of headspace. As any wellness guru knows, exercise in all its forms is good for the mind, in addition to physical benefits, and strangely, I find that the more compelling motivation than the possible loss of a few pounds.
I don’t swim (glug glug) and I’m not a natural runner ( that’s a lie, I’m not a runner at all!), but I will at least try to get outside more – moving outside- as part of this new year, to reap the mental benefits. (Breathe! Keep breathing that’s the trick! { Gimli school of fitness motto}).
I don’t seem to have any direction with this Dog’s Life, beyond perhaps, a reminder;
Be kind to yourselves…
Next week on IaDL : Some scathing sarcasm and complaint!
Dalmallyfest the Asylum 