I started writing this post in January when New Years resolutions were all the rage. Remember them? I’ve only made one New Years resolution before and that was about 8 years ago. I could say I am against the arbitrary nature of making grand declarations of change simply because the calendar flips to January 1 but, let’s be honest, that has nothing to do with it. The truth is, I have absolutely no faith in my ability to hold myself to any such declaration and don’t need to have my nose rubbed in my failure by those holier than thous who are still on the path to a happier, healthier life by January 2.
Now, having said that, a little time away at the beginning of January did get me thinking and I came to a decision. Dun, dun, dun…. I am done fighting my body.
That’s it. It might sound odd to a healthy person but, to me, it makes complete sense. I am done fighting my body. This means I will no longer fight my body to do the things it cannot, such as continuing to move/work/interact past its tolerance level, staying awake when it needs to rest, eating foods it clearly does not like…
A whole lot of ‘no longers’ comes with this new philosophy, but so do a lot of ‘I wills’.
I WILL give my body the regular exercise it needs even (especially) when this is hard to do.
I WILL fuel my body with the healthy foods it craves (but I will not beat myself up for the occasional indulgence*).
I WILL take my medications at the correct time each day.
I WILL regularly give my body and mind time to rest and recharge.
I WILL thank my body for everything it can do.
I WILL encourage my body to go further, to become stronger, to defy expectations.
I WILL put my body first.
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* Very important side note: I refuse to define ‘occasional indulgence’ as this changes on a day to day, needs-based basis. Today a few squares of chocolate might be enough to satisfy the sweet tooth. Tomorrow, an entire block of Cadbury’s Marvelous Creations might be required to get me through a bad flare. Who knows? Basically, if I fall off the wagon, it’s okay, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that I get back up.
While this post is in no way sponsored by Cadbury’s Marvelous Creations, I am more than happy for any and all of my posts to be. I’m looking at you Cadbury, get in touch (wink, wink).