I talked in a post about my 2020 intentions about wanting to be more centered on my health this year.
2019 ended with my father in the hospital because of blockage in his carotid artery and 2020 started with my mother in the hospital because of a cardiac event (her heart stopped).
Both of them are okay now, but it definitely has me thinking about my body in ways I haven’t before.
So, my work has a thing where you can meet with a student who’s working toward becoming a personal trainer for $25. They talk to you, watch you do some stuff and then draw up a little plan for you.
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So my plan is to take a picture each day for 30 days at the gym. I have 5 workouts each week, so that means that I should be done with that by April 8, when I’ll also share what I’ve lost – pounds and inches – if any, and what I’ve gained – I’m hoping stamina, energy, and grace.
If you want to follow along during, I’m going to post to Instagram at least once a week. Help me stay accountable, folks!
I feel uncertain about writing about my body, and certainly have a lot of thoughts about why that is.
I’ve never been skinny.
I’m 5’2″ and tend to fall into the “full figure” category (which is the smaller end of “plus size,” apparently. *shrug*).
I’m sure some of my reluctance is because figuring out all these terms that exist for women’s bodies is basically a full-time job. But I’ve been thinking about it a lot, because I actually love my body, my shape, how I move.
When I had my gallbladder out, I had to closely examine my relationship with my body and taking care of it. Not talking about it hasn’t helped me.
When I was younger, I was a cheerleader, played volleyball, ran all the time. I grew up playing outside and riding bikes. I like to be active; I like to move and go. But I’ve always worked at a desk and prefer to read a book when I’m done with the work day.
That’s really what happens: by the end of my day, I think about going to the gym or going outside for a run, but instead I’m so worn out that I don’t stick with it.
But I know that I’m not a healthy weight. And that is of the utmost importance to me. I could care less what the number is: I care completely about how my heart beats and how easy it is to breathe.
So I’m going back to what I know: yoga and walking/running. I’ve been doing this yoga routine for years, off and on. And I downloaded the Couch to 5K app because I’ve liked the pacing of it in the past.
I don’t have a weight goal. I don’t care what size my skirts are. I only care that I feel like me again. I think I’d like to talk about that regularly here.
Is this a scary conversation for anyone else? What do you do to get over the fear of talking about it?