When I started blogging, I did so with the intent of espousing my experiences toward a more physically healthy me. Me with my clean eating, me with my Bikram Yoga, me and cooking all kinds of yumminess. Somewhere along the line, I stopped blogging and started doing different things, I’m just not sure what those activities were. Perhaps I was on a high similar to that when a relationship is new; you know what I mean, the adrenaline is pumping and all you can think about is the other person (or computer in my case). Slowly you come to realize that the honeymoon period is over; that’s when the relationship becomes real work. That’s just about the time I lost it with my blog. Not knowing what to write about, I stopped showing up. The funny thing is that I didn’t stop writing, I just stopped pushing the “publish” button. I started writing longhand in a journal. This time-honored practice is one I began as an adolescent. It’s comfortable enough to return to when life gets a little tough. Like macaroni and cheese, journaling is comfort food for my soul.
So what happened? In February/March of 2012 life was buzzing along at a nice, comfortable pace then BAM! my left knee started acting up. None of the strategies that I had used in the past were working to alleviate my pain. My Bikram yoga practice exaggerated my dis-ease, my chiropractor wasn’t able to adjust it in the correct manner, ice and/or heat were only short-term fixes. At the urging of a friend I took a big step out and visited my doctor. Of course all kinds of appointments were recommended- x-rays, blood work, visits to the orthopod. This taxed my already full schedule and almost empty bank account, and all to no avail. (Okay honestly, I didn’t keep the appointment with the orthopedic surgeon; no surgery for me!) Thankfully an alternate chiropractor- an “extremities expert” was recommended. After just three adjustments I felt enough relief to take a four-day, 1100 mile road trip late in April. Upon my return, I eased up on the Bikram practicing just 3-4 days per week and started experimenting with alternative types of yoga. This is when I discovered yin yoga, the polar opposite of the hot, sweaty Bikram. After combining the two for about a month, my budget reared it’s ugly head and choices had to be made.
The next alternate activity I tried was biking. I quickly fell in love with the early morning trek to work and long, peddle punching weekend rides. Yet in mid-July my body began to protest again intense pain screaming from the outside of my kneecap up along my hip and into the groin. A tight IT band was diagnosed. Please know that “patient” is not a term often used to describe me; clearly my body was forcing me to slow down and become patient. I didn’t like it. I got mad at my body. I rebelled. I got addicted to “Weeds” on Netflix. I started using painkillers to sleep at night. I got re-addicted to ice cream. I let my mind take over and began to feel sorry for myself. I didn’t want to have to work to get better, I just magically wanted it to happen. But it didn’t. My clothes started to get a bit tight and I was very uncomfortable in my own skin. I had the tools. I knew what to do. But I didn’t do it. I began to feel very discontent in every area of my life. My kids were leaving home; I was happy/sad. My job was going well, but I was bored. The relationship I was in was not working; but I held on anyway. I felt as though my life was out of my control; my emotions certainly were. My past coping technique of running to the Bikram studio was not an option- I was left with myself and my emotions and there was nothing to do but walk through the jumbled mess in my mind.
Thank the Universe, I took some time off around my birthday at the end of August. I had been happily anticipating turning 50 and wanted to make sure I took time to let it all sink in. The time, with no real plans or goals attached, was the ultimate gift. I had time for friends and time to write and time to cry and time to just sit on the porch with a cup of coffee while listening to the birds sing. Sigh. It was time to get back to ME. The true ME. The real ME. Not the scared, victimized person I had allowed myself to be. I ate ice cream and cake, but it was okay.
It seems as though sometimes we need to fall apart in order to be knit back together in a new way. I feel renewed strength and have begun a morning yoga routine to compliment my evening practice. My pain has begun to dissipate as I’ve taken the action I can to help myself one day at a time. My children “gifted” me with more unlimited yoga, so I’ve been able to get back to Yin, alternating daily with Bikram. As if by magic, I’ve given up ice cream and made a clean break with the man who wasn’t meeting my needs. I’ve renewed my commitment to blogging with an expanded purpose of addressing my whole health. It just makes more sense. Most wonderfully of all, The Universe has responded to this positive behavior with many enlightening messages and intentions. I’ll share some of those here. I’m happy to be back. P.S. It won't just be about me
So what happened? In February/March of 2012 life was buzzing along at a nice, comfortable pace then BAM! my left knee started acting up. None of the strategies that I had used in the past were working to alleviate my pain. My Bikram yoga practice exaggerated my dis-ease, my chiropractor wasn’t able to adjust it in the correct manner, ice and/or heat were only short-term fixes. At the urging of a friend I took a big step out and visited my doctor. Of course all kinds of appointments were recommended- x-rays, blood work, visits to the orthopod. This taxed my already full schedule and almost empty bank account, and all to no avail. (Okay honestly, I didn’t keep the appointment with the orthopedic surgeon; no surgery for me!) Thankfully an alternate chiropractor- an “extremities expert” was recommended. After just three adjustments I felt enough relief to take a four-day, 1100 mile road trip late in April. Upon my return, I eased up on the Bikram practicing just 3-4 days per week and started experimenting with alternative types of yoga. This is when I discovered yin yoga, the polar opposite of the hot, sweaty Bikram. After combining the two for about a month, my budget reared it’s ugly head and choices had to be made.
The next alternate activity I tried was biking. I quickly fell in love with the early morning trek to work and long, peddle punching weekend rides. Yet in mid-July my body began to protest again intense pain screaming from the outside of my kneecap up along my hip and into the groin. A tight IT band was diagnosed. Please know that “patient” is not a term often used to describe me; clearly my body was forcing me to slow down and become patient. I didn’t like it. I got mad at my body. I rebelled. I got addicted to “Weeds” on Netflix. I started using painkillers to sleep at night. I got re-addicted to ice cream. I let my mind take over and began to feel sorry for myself. I didn’t want to have to work to get better, I just magically wanted it to happen. But it didn’t. My clothes started to get a bit tight and I was very uncomfortable in my own skin. I had the tools. I knew what to do. But I didn’t do it. I began to feel very discontent in every area of my life. My kids were leaving home; I was happy/sad. My job was going well, but I was bored. The relationship I was in was not working; but I held on anyway. I felt as though my life was out of my control; my emotions certainly were. My past coping technique of running to the Bikram studio was not an option- I was left with myself and my emotions and there was nothing to do but walk through the jumbled mess in my mind.
Thank the Universe, I took some time off around my birthday at the end of August. I had been happily anticipating turning 50 and wanted to make sure I took time to let it all sink in. The time, with no real plans or goals attached, was the ultimate gift. I had time for friends and time to write and time to cry and time to just sit on the porch with a cup of coffee while listening to the birds sing. Sigh. It was time to get back to ME. The true ME. The real ME. Not the scared, victimized person I had allowed myself to be. I ate ice cream and cake, but it was okay.
It seems as though sometimes we need to fall apart in order to be knit back together in a new way. I feel renewed strength and have begun a morning yoga routine to compliment my evening practice. My pain has begun to dissipate as I’ve taken the action I can to help myself one day at a time. My children “gifted” me with more unlimited yoga, so I’ve been able to get back to Yin, alternating daily with Bikram. As if by magic, I’ve given up ice cream and made a clean break with the man who wasn’t meeting my needs. I’ve renewed my commitment to blogging with an expanded purpose of addressing my whole health. It just makes more sense. Most wonderfully of all, The Universe has responded to this positive behavior with many enlightening messages and intentions. I’ll share some of those here. I’m happy to be back. P.S. It won't just be about me
