I’ve been waking up every day with these persistent, gnarly aches and pains ever since I got back to Seattle at the beginning of the month. It fucking sucks, and I’m tired of limping around like an old woman and feeling like there are knots the size of cinnamon rolls at the base of my neck (you see where my brain is with that analogy).
I woke up this afternoon and reached the breaking point. I need to do something about this. The first, lazy part of my brain suggested “go get a massage or see a chiropractor, you clearly need it” but after showering and coming to terms with the fact that I’ve been almost entirely sedentary for the last 4 weeks, I acknowledged the more rational side of my brain. I need more exercise.
So I spent 45 minutes doing yoga and strength training, and it isn’t the most dramatic of turnarounds but I do feel significantly better.
I’m going to try to get inspired by both my social work friends and my boyfriend and be better at self care. I have noticed that I tend to be better to my body when I’m unhappy with it (exercising, eating healthier— and I’ve always been pretty good at doing these things in a healthy/moderate way), but I want to turn it around into doing these things as a continuing act of self love.
The journey continues.
