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My Body Temple

I recently committed to attending as many classes at the Y as I could. I remembered seeing a woman I knew once and she’d lost all sorts of weight and looked great. I asked what she’d done. She said she’d…gone to as many exercise classes as she could. Here’s what I wrote in my journal in January (it has taken me 6 months).

“I talk about being a part of a community but I don’t join in the exercise classes at the YMCA. My brain says, ‘But what if I can’t keep up with it. ‘ But we show up for all sorts of stuff all the time for kids and others. We can certainly keep showing up for ourselves in whatever fashion we ask of ourselves. Hello 100 Day Project’ “.

I had to take care of myself first and stop all the pains. I had a bunch of shots in my butt for my SI joint and then two rounds in my right shoulder for my rotator cuff. And then I had to sit and wait for the pain that was no longer there to return.

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Fashion goals and this beautiful woman, New Orleans Floral Designer Sara Perez Ekanger

I once read one of Nigella Lawson’s cookbooks in which she said the best way to lose weight was to regard you body as a temple. To respect and revere it and treat it as if it were holy. I can remember being at the Y and feeling embarrassed by my body. But now? I’m tending to my temple, they’re templing over there on the treadmill and they’re templing in the cycling class. We are all there for the same reason.

Plus it struck me that in the weight training class I was in this week, all of the women and one man in the class including the instructor and myself were all carrying extra weight. I felt like we were all in our temple efforts together. And when I couldn’t do the belly dance wiggle in the “Booty Call” dance class today, I began to giggle and the two older guys in the back started to laugh. Just keep swimming !

The only way to move from where you are is to accept where you are. Compassion is your truest friend when you feel as stuck as I have for these past 7 months. I am on day two of operation body temple. I watched the young women in the front of the class watch themselves and feel proud of their moves while I had a hard time looking at myself in the mirror. I want to remember what it’s like to feel proud inside my body again. Pride and not Shame.

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A Walk in the Woods for a Little Forest Bathing

Walking the Cross Island Trail on Kent Island here on Maryland’s Eastern Shore, USA, is an escape walk for me. Even with the whooshing of the nearby highway, I go just 100 feet down the asphalt pathway and suddenly I’m surrounded by tall trees and wondrous birdsong. I went forest bathing, or Shinrin-yoku, today and the Nature Therapy is always necessary.

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A Walk in the Woods for a Little Forest Bathing on Shalavee.com

I chose to go East this time instead of West. And I enjoyed the change of the feel of the forest and the water views. Old dark stumps crouching on the woods floor felt like cat beasts ready to pounce. Met a happy little turtle who was sunning himself until I made him panic. A pigeon perched on the bridge across Piney Creek to greeted me. And I avoided plenty of poison ivy as I stayed on the yellow brick road.

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A Walk in the Woods for a Little Forest Bathing on Shalavee.com

A half hour out and then a half hour back to my car awaiting my return in the parking lot of the Peruvian Chicken place to ferry me and a lunch special homeward. I am full and exercised and can no longer feel the pull in my right hamstring. I finished my walk before the dark clouds unloaded on me.

Sadly, the allergy place was not open for allergy shots which was the reason I had traveled the half hour there. So I’ll just have to reschedule to go back for another walk and a $5 chicken platter with beans and rice after my shots. Oh well.

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The Hurry, Scurry, and Worry

I became so tired of the hurry, scurry, and worry. As I read blog posts and Instagram posts about how people had experienced adrenal gland burn out from all the anxiety juice they were pumping into their bodies, I understood even more my own addiction to Doing.

In my case, the anxiety manifested into stomach problems. As a child, I had stomach aches. As a college student, I had gastritis which was one step away from an ulcer. And when I had my children I would devlop a pain in my stomach that went straight back to my rib cage. My anxieties were physically manifesting right where Virgos are known to be vulnerable: in my gut. Gradually I caught on that taking Zantac quelled the acid, but two Christmases ago, my stomach was so ouchy that I couldn’t drink red wine or eat tomato sauce.

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Flash forward to this November when a stressful October and a November emotional episode led me to ask for medicine to alleviate my anxieties. The sky opened up for me.

I slowly began to notice that anything I said I couldn’t do made me anxious at the anticipated outcome of failure. And when I just did my best and let life happen, I was much more calmer. I’ve stayed very easy going and worry free as much as possible. I avoid making lists but rather just make the effort to do the things I need to get done. I’m 100 times less neurotic.

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This morning, I am looking at a day that seems to yawn time in front of me, although I also know that the time is finite and will come crashing down around my shoulders at 3:30 when the bus returns my daughter. And I feel completely happy and lucky that I am not in a frenzied hurry to scurry mode doing all the things I never used to give myself credit for. I give myself a ton of credit now. And I want to credit a lot of this claim and productivity to the regular art practice of the ICAD project last year and the
100 day project last and this year. What is meant to get done today will get done today. And there is a bunch more tomorrows to embrace hopefully.

How to gain self trust has been of the truest interest to me. See this article for the list of top methods of building self-trust.

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Our Fear of the Growing Older Pains

I have gone through a lot in the past two years to rid myself of the aches and pains that I garnered from an aging body. I endured needles jammed into my backside multiple times. And then waited cautiously to see if the procedure worked. I waited again to be pain free when I had another needle in my shoulder. I then awaited the pains to return. And waited.

How was it that my ever-exuberant self became to person who sat and waited for pain? What I discovered is that aging is a unknown and therefore fearful. We’ve seen others age and we know any minute now it’s render us useless, quivering pain-riddled shells of our former selves.

I’ve spoken to elderly people who have confirmed that they feel more anxious in their later years. Our minds begin to imagine our decline even when the evidence may or may not support our undoing.

I had a talk with myself the other day and asked myself, when was the last time I had aching belly muscles from a good core workout? Can’t remember. Or why I couldn’t do an hour of cardio at a time? Was pain preventing me or just fear of pain?

We need to heap compassion on ourselves as we age and on the elderly we know. It takes a lot f courage to show up in the ways we used to sometimes. But, unless I am at a three or more of pain and need to return to the doctor’s for yet another shot, I need to get o with the business of being in good shape for 50. I want to feel pride not fear on a daily basis. How about you? Any of this resonate?

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My New Fitness Goals

While I mull over possible new work/art goals for the coming year, using my new word of the year “Focus” to guide me, I have taken other proactive steps to take care of my body betterment too. For a week plus, I have been using my new Christmas Fitbit to track my movements and exercise. And yesterday I resigned up with Weight Watchers for three months. The difference in my attitude, I believe I can improve my body fitness.

My husband and I both lost weight on their program a couple years ago. But between living and Christmas, I regained the ten pounds. Happily, before Christmas I decided to only wear clothing that was comfortable and stylish. I bought enough pieces to rotate, and I let go of my daily body hatred. What a difference not to be mean to myself daily. And through the holidays, I knew that I had the intention of rejoining the Weight Watchers program so I trusted this was not always the way I would be.

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“In Process” means that you get to give yourself credit even though you haven’t reached your ultimate goal yet. Results in the making are something to be proud of. You can’t birth a baby or a book in a day but people are always wishing you luck when you’re gestating. Because life takes work, it is a process.

So in three months time I hope to be twelve pounds lighter, extremely proud of myself, and truly letting go of wardrobe pieces that don’t fit me stylistically. We’ll see what April 10th brings but I’m sure you’ll know sooner.

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