Just think, at the end of 30 days, I will have peddled 120 miles and walked at least 60 miles if not more. I will have stretched and posed in yoga so much that my muscles will be more bendy (yes that is a word) and supple and longer. I will have used my stretch bands a gazillion times and balanced on my balancing foam thingie..let’s see…10 minutes a day times 30 days…..
It takes work, oodles of work to stay healthy. Not just the food and supplements and fresh air and sunshine and tapping and doing fun things …..it means making an effort to train your body every single day. Yes, packing in groceries from the car and lugging an overly stuffed library book bag is good for upper body strength……….then add to that other things that make you happy to do.
If we don’t think we are worthy of exercise who will? If we don’t put ourselves in a place to stretch and move and walk and dance and jump rope……..what will we be like when we are 70 or 80 or 90?
What if being 90 was a great thing? What if it looked good? Here take a look, she will inspire you. She inspires me. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/phyllis-sues-/aging-gracefully-phyllis-sues-yoga-tango_b_2878155.html
I am excruciatingly aware of the aisle and aisles of processed junk food. I walked through the grocery store this morning. It is tough. Pallets and Pallets of chocolate chips and bark and baking supplies are being trucked in to help us all get in the mood to celebrate the holidays. It is overwhelming. Apparently you “need” a 28 ounce can of pre made gravy to slather over your holiday meal. Don’t get me wrong, I am the first one in line for a glob of gravy (vegan) poured into the little crater in the middle of some heavenly garlic mashed potatoes, it’s just that the marketing and advertising big boys, are encouraging us to sit on the sofa, feet up and fill our selves full to the brim and then make room for dessert.
News flash: Lays introduced this week, chocolate covered potato chips. Really? That sweet salty thing? Good thing I am not a huge fan of potato chips. Gee we don’t see the farm boys banning together to make a holiday push on say the glorious wonders of the sweet potato or the jaunty cranberry.
It is tough to push back against millions and millions of dollars spent on the marketing of less than stellar choices in food.
I do have a choice to move every single day. I have a choice to breathe in fresh air and lots of it. I like my hair all wild and tangly from being in the autumn bluster. I love my nose and cheeks rosy pink from the brisk fresh air. I love how I feel after I have moved and twisted and twirled.
Just think how much happier I will be at the end of 30 days. Maybe deliriously happy. Somehow we have to figure out a way to love ourselves enough.
“Love yourself first and everything else falls into line. You really have to love yourself to get anything done in this world.” Lucille Ball