Listening to your body

This might be a cop out. I’ll fully admit that right here, but my firm belief is that if I were to call it a cop out, it would be because of some “expectation” by “society.”

I’m on day 2 of no morning workout. Me, of the wake-up-early-and-sweat-to-start-my-day variety, admitting online that for the second day in a row, the cozy sheets and horizontal position have won.

No alarm going off and snooze button hitting. I’ve decided the night before, in both cases, that what I need is sleep. My brain feels like it’s on overload, and when my head hits the pillow at more like 11 or 12 than 9:30, well, let’s just say I need more sleep than that.

The thing is, our bodies are complex organisms. How “healthy” we are depends on far more than how much we can bench press. It’s water intake, and what we eat (and how much.) It’s how much we exercise, to a point. It’s our friends, and our hygiene, and our mental acuity. It’s the stuff we put into our brains as well as our mouths.

And it’s sleep. You want small things to make a difference in your weight, in how you feel about yourself? Start with getting more sleep and drinking more water.

Badass me, rolling out of bed at 6:30 and straight to a shower. I needed it today, no apologies.


Besides, I have to be up late for a couple of nights – Julian is in his first high school production!


Exercises. Or exercising, depending.

February 27, 2013 The clouds, grey and pollution-y, are drifting northeast against a backdrop of complaining crows. The patio is damp from the cold rain that took over much of yesterday, sapping my energy and will to do much.

Today, though, I woke up thinking about exercises. The "lift heavy" and "sweat buckets" kind of exercises, yes (because that's part of what I do), but other kinds too. I'm taking a great writing class at WriterHouse and we have weekly exercises to write and read. And the phrase "exercise in frustration" crossed my mind as I looked at my big task for the day today, getting a grant all organized and sent to the printer.

So what is exercise? Is it practice? I know that as I exercise my body I get stronger, do the moves better and more effectively. Writing exercises help me think, make me notice things in my own writing and that of others. Those can be called practice, I think. What am I practicing as I put together this grant?

Two new blogs I am following make me think about practice and how it applies, and why it is so important in our lives. John Davis writes about coaching soccer (really, about life) - his premise is "excellence through mastery". His latest post concerns how we practice, and how we see ourselves. If we see ourselves as strong and capable, practicing with the idea that we WILL GET THERE - then we have a much higher chance of achieving that reality. Dana Stokes writes a bare-bones journalistic blog about her quest to lift heavy, eat clean, and inspire others.

These blogs are so different. But they both circle around to the practice idea. Practice is execution on the way to perfection. You can't get to "perfect" (or even close to it) without the hard work and the vision to do it.

Exercise hard, whether you're lifting, sweating, writing, or reading. It's never an exercise in frustration, and if you call it that, it might well be one.

Watch out, grant. Your butt is mine.

Have a super day!