Body Integration. This year, when did you feel the most integrated with your body? Did you have a moment where there wasn’t mind and body, but simply a cohesive YOU, alive and present? (Author: Patrick Reynolds)
Scale day... Notsogood. Up 1.4, so I am sort of grumbly. But I know it was mostly salt, and a certain auntie coming by for her monthly visit, so I am trying not to knock myself down too hard about it. Still annoying. I had thought about weighing myself tomorrow to see if it was just a fluke, but I made a deal with myself, so to speak, that once a week was enough, when I was weighing myself every day, I hated getting up, because I knew that stupid scale was the next item on the list... So, I will take the grumble grumble rackin frackin thing and try hard to do better next week.
Several of you have suggested alternating days of walking with days of weight training. That is one of those things that I just don't seem to get into. Maybe I haven't done the right kind of training, don't have motivation, whatever. I try to do weight training, it will last, oh, a week, if I guilt myself a lot... And, as a rule, I don't. This walking thing I have been doing isn't exercise for me, it's just walkin' the dog. That isn't really exercise. Or at least it's what I tell myself. So, I will keep looking for something that I can alternate, but so far, no luck. Even if I did, though, I would have to make at least a quick run up the hill, to make sure that Rudee would get some
deer chasing running time out in the yard, not stuck in the kennel.
So, on the good side of the day. That T-shirt that I have been wanting for some time? The one that I couldn't mange to send a check to the company for, even though they said that there was snail mail availability to buy things? That they kept running out of my size? That I called the Customer (lack of) Service about? Well, somehow, some way, I managed to get on the website. They had my size! I ordered. It took! Now will it accept my payment? IT DID! So, now if the delivery van doesn't blow up, or my order go into the bit bucket, or some other galactic mayhem, I will finally, but FINALLY have the tour T-shirt I have been trying to get. Mojo shirt to go with the Mojo socks. Not much, in the great scheme of things, but it will make me happy...
Walking has been one, but oddly enough, it's when I have taken road trips with Husband. We go some place, we just seem to relax. He (usually) takes his hearing aid, and is in a contained space, so he can hear me, I don't have 'things' to do, and we just talk. Or listen to the radio. Sometimes he holds my hand, sometimes I scratch the back of his neck. I am usually the "turnoff lookout", he tells me which road, or flat out gives me the map, and I do a pointer dog impression when we are close. But until then, we just enjoy each other's company. Sometimes we don't even talk, but just watch the road, and what is going by. It may sound strange, but with the exception of potty stops, I normally don't hurt as much, and we arrive in a good mood. We've even been lost a couple times, and just worked our way out, 'gee, didn't we pass that building? What direction were we going before? Do you think the construction guy will know where this is?' (Most of the time, they do!)
(One exception to this was when we were first married, I had told him to get into the RIGHT lane, which he kept saying he couldn't, and we'd went around this block about a dozen times. Finally I roared at him to pull over. Showing him the map, he realised that I wasn't misreading it, we did need to go right. We got to the port in time... To see the ferry leave without us. We had some 'apart' time for an hour or so, so we didn't kill each other at that point, and have since worked out how to give directions in such a way that we don't have arguments. Doesn't mean we are perfect by any stretch, but it does make for a more pleasant journey.)