I'm really getting into these. Haha! They are full of my random musings, which I hope are enjoyable to those of you who have decided to read them.
Before I was ill 2 1/2 years ago, I was a real gym bunny. 5-6 times per week, pounding away on the treadmill from an hour to two hours. I loved it. I felt great, my body felt great. And I'm really glad I was so fit, as it helped me through the consequent surgery and treatment.
Since then, the side effects of my long term medication, have knocked me for six. I'm no longer a gym bunny. The deep fatigue took care of that; and at first I was angry and upset with myself. I tried to return to the gym, only to end up in tears, after each session, from exhaustion.
So, I learnt to accept and live with my new normal. I learnt to actually like my new curvaceous self. But that wasn't enough. I missed feeling fit.
My beautiful daughter- in- law is a yoga instructor, and after watching her do her training and seeing how in-tune with both her physical and spiritual body she is, I decided that was my way forward. She convinced me that I didn't need to be super skinny and flexible, that it was ok to work at my own level and pace.
So, along with my beautiful friend, Lilly, I started yoga... ( yes, all my friends and family are beautiful; they are truly beautiful people, inside and out)...
Omg, it hurts and I'm pretty convinced our bodies aren't meant to flex into those positions. Did I say flex, my mistake, I mean creak and groan! I'm like that aged oak tree in a winter gale. Where these amazing ladies flow from one position to the next, I flop, fall and flounder.
And I love it. Unlike my old fellow gym bunnies, no one gives the fat-flick. We don't care how svelte, curvy, flexible or clumsy we each are. It's a quiet yet supportive network. It's all about positive encouragement.
And guess what...???
My ungainly fish out of water, is slowly turning into an elegant dolphin. Woop!
But what I'm really looking forward to is being able to wear all those brightly coloured yoga outfits. I love them. They sum up the spiritual vibrancy of yoga. They uplift your spirit, just by looking around the room at all those lovely ladies in Rockstar position or standing on their heads. It's a myriad of positivity, calmness and beauty. Those colours are just our visible auras. For now though, I'm hiding in black. I feel more confident that way, and I'm ok with that.
Although I know that my sunshine outfits are just a few months away.
Before I was ill 2 1/2 years ago, I was a real gym bunny. 5-6 times per week, pounding away on the treadmill from an hour to two hours. I loved it. I felt great, my body felt great. And I'm really glad I was so fit, as it helped me through the consequent surgery and treatment.
Since then, the side effects of my long term medication, have knocked me for six. I'm no longer a gym bunny. The deep fatigue took care of that; and at first I was angry and upset with myself. I tried to return to the gym, only to end up in tears, after each session, from exhaustion.
So, I learnt to accept and live with my new normal. I learnt to actually like my new curvaceous self. But that wasn't enough. I missed feeling fit.
My beautiful daughter- in- law is a yoga instructor, and after watching her do her training and seeing how in-tune with both her physical and spiritual body she is, I decided that was my way forward. She convinced me that I didn't need to be super skinny and flexible, that it was ok to work at my own level and pace.
So, along with my beautiful friend, Lilly, I started yoga... ( yes, all my friends and family are beautiful; they are truly beautiful people, inside and out)...
Omg, it hurts and I'm pretty convinced our bodies aren't meant to flex into those positions. Did I say flex, my mistake, I mean creak and groan! I'm like that aged oak tree in a winter gale. Where these amazing ladies flow from one position to the next, I flop, fall and flounder.
And I love it. Unlike my old fellow gym bunnies, no one gives the fat-flick. We don't care how svelte, curvy, flexible or clumsy we each are. It's a quiet yet supportive network. It's all about positive encouragement.
And guess what...???
My ungainly fish out of water, is slowly turning into an elegant dolphin. Woop!
But what I'm really looking forward to is being able to wear all those brightly coloured yoga outfits. I love them. They sum up the spiritual vibrancy of yoga. They uplift your spirit, just by looking around the room at all those lovely ladies in Rockstar position or standing on their heads. It's a myriad of positivity, calmness and beauty. Those colours are just our visible auras. For now though, I'm hiding in black. I feel more confident that way, and I'm ok with that.
Although I know that my sunshine outfits are just a few months away.