So this week I have discovered something.
God has a sense of humour.
I have had a couple of instances this week that God/the universe/higher power/whatever you wish to believe in has made me laugh. I’ll share a couple of these in future posts though.
Today I was going to post about E is for Empathy but then I thought “Nah, that’s too close to the compassion discussion we had the other day”. So as I was laying in bed this morning I was running through other ‘E’ words I could blog about.
I came up with ‘Encouragement’, ‘Everyday’ and ‘Excitement’. I mulled on these and thought that I could make something out of them. And then I asked God “What do you think I should write about”?
I bet you’re dying to know what he answered.
Bet you weren’t expecting that!!
I know I wasn’t. 😛
Which is extremely funny when you consider that at one point in my life (about 7 years ago) I was a qualified personal trainer. Those of you who either know me or have seen photos of me, will see the irony in that now but back then I was a super-fit Size 16.
However, you know how life changes and you change with it? That’s what happened to me.
I had to move out of the fitness industry and went on to work in the disability sector.
My body shape has changed along with the changes in my working life.
I now weigh, what I used to be able to leg press! 😉
At this point in my life, I realise that exercise is something that is important. No! Not important – essential! However my body has aches and pains that make the notion of exercise seem pointless (and painful).
I know in my head that I need to do something about increasing my bone density and fitness. Decreasing my waistline might be a good thing too!
I sit at my computer in the mornings and watch the walkers in my street and think “I should be out there. I’ll start tomorrow.”
Being menopausal and having depression along with it makes exercise doubly important for me. Healthy body = Healthy mind.
I doubt I will go back to a gym. I tried that last year and the only time that I could go was early in the mornings – and that just didn’t work. I spent the day at work exhausted and then collapsed into bed at night only to wake in the morning and begin all over again. The exhaustion never left me and after 6 weeks of constant tiredness, I gave up on the gym.
I have weights, a step and a rebounder in my home. I know I should use these but there is the fear of my family laughing at me (and hearing the noise of my knees cracking without having the constant ‘boom boom’ of the music that is ever present in gyms).
I started with some stretches and floor exercises yesterday however the Diva thought it would be great fun to head butt me and chew my hair as I did these. Definitely a motivation to either find somewhere else to do my exercises or lock her in the back room.
So, I have spent the past week with prompts about exercise coming to me through books, conversations with my friends, reading blogs and then this morning, God just punched me in the face.
At least he made me laugh whilst he did it.