It’s been quite some time since my feet hit this mat and since my last post. I abandoned the idea of my blog for awhile because I have experienced an overwhelming amount of life and health transitions. But, I decided this morning that I would just let it transition with my life. It’s my blog, I use it to collect my thoughts, I’m not married to anything other than my husband ❤️ and I’ll do what I want. So, if anyone was reading because this originated as a vegan recipes blog you might want to consider finding other reading material, or hang in there…it’s really just whatever.
As I’ve been recovering from a major bout of illness these last few months, I have had a long transition and am still on the path to recovery. But one thing I have always believed is that we should listen to our bodies. A month or so ago I woke up one morning and found myself literally salivating at the thought of eating a steak. It was genuinely disturbing. I honestly struggled with it for several days. When I finally found the courage to tell my husband he thought I was joking. I know right?!? But, he also reminded me that I am always expressing the importance in listening to our bodies. What kind of sick joke was this? I began to reflect on the trauma my body had been through over the previous months and maybe I really did need something nutritionally that my body wasn’t getting?
I committed to honor my bodily instincts and ate a juicy, medium rare filet that night. Well shit! It was amazing and extremely satisfying. Within a week or so of adding meat back into my diet, the bacteria in my gut must have changed. The extreme bloating and gut issues I was having went away. I didn’t feel 6 months pregnant anymore and I could eat without literally bloating up and feeling sick. Moderation is key in all things and I genuinely try to be ethically and environmentally conscious in all I do. So, there is that. It’s a good thing and that’s all I can say about it at the moment. It is what it is and I am embracing the fact that I feel better.
My physical limitations have been soooo frustrating. I decided that it’s time to start pushing myself and trying to regain some of the strength, flexibility, endurance and all around health I had. Sometimes the simplest things like washing my hair or holding an embroidery hoop makes my muscles ache and burn and I find the task exhausting. But, I also have days where I am great and feel like my “old” self.
Yoga has always been an integral part of my life. I’ve practiced many forms over the last 20+ years so when I roll out my mat it’s pretty easy to flow into whatever positions my body feels it needs most.
This morning was the first in months that I was able to finish a full hour without feeling like I was going to die or might have actually been harming my body instead of healing. It felt really good to push myself a bit and so it’s revived a sense of hope and determination that maybe the muscle weakness, and joint pains aren’t permanent. And who knows, maybe they are… but I am grateful to be in a position today to even try! Ya gotta try!