When I woke up on Monday, I was sore everywhere. The effects of those two yoga classes had settled in and I could barely walk. I am out of shape, but I am also excited about changing this reality before I run out of time. I am always excited about focusing on my health. Consistency and self-discipline are my problems in this area of my life. Runners, rowers, bikers, 46ers, and body builders intrigue me with their training regimens. I work with a few cross-fitters and runners and I am amazed at their discipline. Perhaps, if I treated my health the way I treated my work and church tasks, my health would be impeccable. In any case, today, I am focused. Today, I believe in the possibility of my healthiness.
I am starting with short-term goals. Next week, I do not want to be in the same place that I am this week. That is my goal. I want to be more flexible, even if that simply means being able to do a yoga pose better than I did yesterday. I aim simply to become a little bit stronger and more intentional about my wellness every day, until my healthy behaviors become habits.
While I did not formally exercise today, I was part of a speeding "choo choo train" that ran all over our home. This "train" was being chased by a toddler who seems to have endless fuel. I sweat. Does this mean that I exercised?
I reintegrated the matcha smoothie back into my diet. I am drinking more water. I stretched - well, I was in pain, so I needed to stretch. I tried not to slouch. This was more than I did two days ago, and that is my big deal.