2015 has not been a stellar fitness year for me. It started
out with one of the coldest winters on record which meant I was stuck inside
with my neuralgia and had to find creative ways to exercise from home. Then I
fractured the same foot bone- twice! Two weeks ago I had vein surgery on my lip
and I find myself once again on exercise restriction.
Yet ironically enough, I’m in the best physical shape I’ve
been in 18 years. 2015 could have been the year that I threw in the towel. Old
Tara certainly would have. Old Tara would have gleefully used these limits as a
perfect excuse to cozy up on the couch, read a good book (or ten) and binge
watch some great shows. She would have succumbed to that all or nothing
attitude- well if I can’t get a good calorie burning workout in- why bother?
New Tara? I’m not having it. I worked too hard to get to
where I am- healthy, well, energized, and comfortable in my body. New Tara
realizes that small slow changes make a lasting impact and eventually get you
to your goal. I'm a slow and steady maniac!
Today I walked on the treadmill at 2.5 miles an hour for 30
minutes. This is vastly slower than I’d usually walk. I could say that I ONLY
walked a little over a mile or I ONLY burned 207- calories- why bother? What
difference is it going to make? Will it make a difference in my weight loss/maintenance
this week, maybe? The difference is that I choose to keep moving. It keeps me emotionally
and physically well- my mind, heart, lungs- every single organ gets stronger,
better with every step.
2015 has been a test of my willingness. Am I willing to do
what it takes to stay well? To find new ways to move my body while stuck inside
this winter? Yes! To buy a stationary bike (Craig’s List) when I’m only allowed
to use a bike while wearing a boot and stuck inside this winter? Yes! To show
up at my personal training appointments while wearing said boot, knowing that I
wasn’t going to be able to work as hard yet knowing that I was still working?
Yes!
My past few weeks of post-surgery recovery have been way
worse than expected. To quote my husband “I was sold a bill of goods.”
Truthfully, I expected to be down a week. Last week, when I was sitting in my doctor’s
office getting my stitches removed he asked if I had any questions and I asked “when
can I exercise?” Now don’t get all judgy of me here, I’m not an obsessive
compulsive exerciser, I just know that exercise is a part of my overall
wellness regimen. If we could take a moment of silence here to remember old
Tara who looked at exercise as a chore, exercise as overwhelming, too embarrassed
by her size and physical limits that she wouldn’t even go to the YMCA…
So the doctor answers that he’d like me to rest for two more
weeks and normally this would send me into an emotional tailspin and I’d go into
an overeating-feel-sorry-for-myself-binge for two weeks. Not this time! I’m
walking it, slow and steady. Not focusing on what I can’t do, focusing on what
I CAN do.
Often I think that we don’t start something because we can’t
do it well enough (or at least that’s how I feel sometimes). So we don’t.even.try.
Gosh if we stepped back and looked at that, we’d realize how counterproductive
it is.
When life’s obstacles get in the way, just keep going. Don’t
try to keep up with others, just do you. Make the choice and find a way to be the best, healthiest
version of you.
Commit to the choice. Ask for help. Continue with
courage.
Hugs and Friendship,
Tara