This morning I woke up, and it was chilly, and the mere thought of going out for a run was giving me the shivers.
I got up and made myself a cup of strong coffee, filled my hot water bottle and got back to bed to contemplate my next steps.
Now I know you may be thinking:”this here is an old lady, sad little thing, goes around with her warm bottle, to get the old bones moving”.
Frankly my dear(s)- I don’t give a damn. (Butler, rhett. “come on millenials- “gone with the wind”??)
Because- I can’t stand AC air, and I love sleeping with the windows open, hence my fondness of said water bottle, plus-there is a long way to go between A (warm bed, open windows, contemplating going out) and Z ( actually going out for a run when it’s cold out).
The warm water bottle gets my muscles going much faster , plus it gives me the ilussion of on going warmth, thus enabling me to go out- falsly believing the warm temperature I feel is going to last.
The mind (mine, anyway) is quite naive at times.
While on the subject of the naive mind:
I discovered many times I can fool myself with little tricks I play on my behalf.
That doesn’t give me much credit- not for fooling myself, and mostly not for managing to be fooled by myself- but- since this is the situation, might as well try to make the best of it. (when I get too many lemons, might as well make lemonade cubes and freeze them- etc).
When I still can’t get out of my lazy funk and go running, I promise myself a hot shower and a great yummy meal afterwards.
Now- since I don’t lie to myself ( nor to anyone else for that matter- well except for “white lies” ( I am making a note to myself to tell you all about the miracle of “white lies” -AKA “the Schrodinger cat of lying truthfully”–
I get up and set the hot water boiler on, and make sure I have all the ingredients for that promised yummy meal when I get back.
This does work, surprisingly more than once , that is if you keep your promise to yourself, and don’t get caught in “life, kids, work, internet, whatever” stuff.
Because- as life has taught me -if I don’t make a point of taking care of me- well then- too bad , because it’s no one else’s responsibility but mine- to take care of me.
If I slack on my workouts, nutrition, sleep, work (back when I used to work)-whatever- because of the “oh so many excuses life brings on”- then that’s my choice- and it’s fine- as long as I don’t expect to enjoy the benefits of putting the effort and taking care of the above list.
The thing is-
The body is very forgiving when you are younger, and tends to take the little nasty note book out once you reach 45.
The little nasty notebook is where the body writes down all the incidents where you neglected to take top notch care of yourself.
I am not about to go into examples, you all know what I’m talking about, no need to turn me into a food hater or something, although- I really can’t see a scenario where a grown (ok, mature, mature) woman can eat a doughnut and get away with it.
My opinion here. (don’t get all upset- I told you I wasn’t a dietitian or anything).
Perhaps you are thinking:”come on! you only live once! I love them pastries and burgers! .
As always- do whatever you feel like.
I can tell you I haven’t eaten a doughnut in about 30 years (actually- I think more, but- who’s counting?), have been exercising seriously since I turned 30 ,and clean eating since I became vegan 7 years ago-and I still woke up one morning to find my body heavier and weaker.
Apparently- after you reach 40 , you lose 8% of muscle each year (!!!).
Just in case you were thinking -so what if I’m not Schwarzenegger-that’s not the point at all.
Muscles are super important at any age- but not only because of the obvious- but also because they build bone mass (yes, that ‘s right, not dairy Bu$% sh*%, and not store bought calcium- muscles)https://www.health.harvard.edu/staying-healthy/strength-training-builds-more-than-muscles. (click on the link- I am guessing Harvard is good enough a source for everyone).
Also- the more muscle you have- the more energy (as in calories) your body uses (as in burns).
Meaning- the stronger you get- the leaner and healthier you get, and vice versa.
The less you sleep -and the less you hydrate (on water, not alcohol) your skin will react as if you’ve declared a war on it- and it has to prepare for war by getting wrinkled up.
I am not linking anything to prove my point. this is in the lines of “goes without saying”.
What I’m saying here is-
Take care of thy selves, because no one else will+
Sometimes you need to promise yourself a treat to get yourself back on track with the taking care procedure.
Now the treat need not be a sugary oily pastry- (a bit counter-productive I would say)-
It can most definitely be in the lines of a hot shower, a healthy nutritious home made meal, a good book, great music ( Beethoven’s “emperor” for example? YouTube it and thank me later- AKA piano concerto #5), doing your nails, putting on a great body lotion, whatever. (make your own list of favorites).
What I realized is- that sacrificing yourself for others may benefit you in the short run ( others will be grateful for a while, you feel mighty and gracious and oh so powerful), but not so much in the long run.
The people you sacrificed yourself for tend to feel pressured to be constantly grateful, and end resenting you for it, and you end up unhealthy and not pleased with your body- the one you got for this journey, and can’t replace-thus resenting the same people you just sacrificed yourself for.
Instead of complicating it-
Take care of yourself- the rest will follow.