I didn’t go to yoga class yesterday. Between feeling a little off and the snow and yuck that was falling all over the roads, I thought it best to stay in and find someone to take over the class (as it turned out, the woman who runs the Pilates class before me was able to stay and run my hour of yoga. Thanks, Deb!). That doesn’t mean I didn’t practice, though; after my offishness cleared up, I unrolled a mat and did a short practice on my own. This is important to my story, so stay with me.
I’m thinking that I’ll devote this week’s mindfulness to the idea of health. I had my annual poke-and-prod this afternoon, and after a lovely, pre-prodding talk with my gynecologist, I have a fair bit to think about.
The deal is that people, if they’re lucky, get old. As they age, the rules of their bodies change. Such is happening to me. I’m not as quick to heal as I used to be. While I have (knock, knock!) been very healthy for the last decade or so, I find that when I do get sick, I am not as quick to boot whatever nasty is plaguing me. My arthritis has been (literally) gnawing at me more lately than it has in the past. Last fall, my doctor told me that the results of my blood work, while within the normal range, were a concern for him given what he knows about my crappy genetic profile (seriously; the only thing I don’t check off in the family history is “Alzheimer’s” because no one lives that long).
Last year, right around the time I got the blood work results back, I started making some changes to the way I did some key things. With Success Warrior‘s help, I started making some adjustments to my diet. That has made a difference; I’m being much more mindful of the ways I feed my body than I was in my 20’s and 30’s, and while I’m not losing much weight, I’m not gaining any, either. I have picked up another yoga class at Local U and am planning on getting to the club an hour early on Sundays to start taking Deb’s Pilates class. I’ve made a commitment to practice yoga five times a week, even if I have to practice by myself at home (like I did yesterday). Finally, I’m seriously considering joining the little gym that just opened up the street; it’s easy to forgo the 20 minute drive to the club, the the 3-minute drive to the gym will be harder to complain about (and I can walk there once the temperature goes above 55°).
There’s a lot more to being healthy than just taking care of one’s body, though, and I’m holding myself open to all the ways that I nourish and care for myself. I don’t think we do that enough as a society – look to the different ways we need to care for ourselves – and I think that this will be an interesting week of reflection. Care to join me?