Small effort big pay back

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Along with my resolution to just go ahead and do whatever strikes me (and stop procrastinating) I ventured down to the local swimming pool.
My lazy self was arguing all the way. “For God’s sake it’s January this is NOT the time to start swimming again!” Nonetheless, motivated by thoughts of several awful Christmas photos and the fact that my favourite coat is getting tight I stuffed towel and costume in my backpack and grabbed my bike.
The first two laps were tough, having to get my breath at either end (well it had been over a year!) Then it got easier. To my delight I managed my goal of ten laps before the session finished. More than that I felt great – warm, glowy and energized. In fact it felt so good I went back yesterday and added an extra lap to my total!
Sometimes I find that with my body, it really lets me know when it gets something it needed. The “happy feeling” continued the rest of the day and concluded in a good, deep night’s sleep. Sometimes that tiny push of effort makes all the difference!

Body Conflicts.

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from July 2014

Song Bird Songs

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My body and I have been in a relationship for as long as I can remember – it wasn’t all smooth sailing! At first I wanted to exert my dominance – make it “tow the line”. After all my requests that it stay up most of the night, consume vast amounts of alcohol, co-operate in exuberant partying then be ready, bright and mentally tuned for college next day were surely reasonable?
But every so often it would rebel, refusing to do anything but burn up all my reserves of energy in a temper throwing fever, or gush them into the nearest toilet.
In later days I called a truce, (after all we’re playing on the same team aren’t we?) It became a “scratch my back” (with a healthy diet and eight hours of sleep) “and I’ll scratch yours” by supplying endless energy to chase around after a bunch of kids…

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Body Conflicts.

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My body and I have been in a relationship for as long as I can remember – it wasn’t all smooth sailing! At first I wanted to exert my dominance – make it “tow the line”. After all my requests that it stay up most of the night, consume vast amounts of alcohol, co-operate in exuberant partying then be ready, bright and mentally tuned for college next day were surely reasonable?
But every so often it would rebel, refusing to do anything but burn up all my reserves of energy in a temper throwing fever, or gush them into the nearest toilet.
In later days I called a truce, (after all we’re playing on the same team aren’t we?) It became a “scratch my back” (with a healthy diet and eight hours of sleep) “and I’ll scratch yours” by supplying endless energy to chase around after a bunch of kids, deal with jet lag, foreign chimes and still have a little extra for fun activities.
I must admit my body was a good friend to me and has really gone the course resisting the overtures of horrid diseases and managing to remain a UK twelve (pretty much) in spite of my ferocious appetite.
When it began trying to get my attention with numbness and pins and needles I became concerned. Was our relationship nearing the end? Happily no. I found it the perfect gift – yoga! From the very first time it was “love at first session” as my body cried out in jubilation. “At last! This is just what I need!” Saggy shoulders straightened, blood and oxygen pulsed remorselessly through every vein forever alleviating those midnight tingles in my right arm and leg. Achy muscles sighed in contentment as they stretched and relaxed. My body was happy. It’s only fair after all, it doesn’t ask much.
Now I try to listen more, I’m not so bossy. When it says rest, I rest, when it gives me a hangover head for naughty night time snacks I wise up. We are a partnership now my body and I. It likes the sunshine, walks and bike rides even the occasional swim and if it’s being a bit grouchy a dash of yoga does the trick.