Ugh

I wish I had never stopped exercising. It's only been a year or two since I quit but what a difference. I remember telling myself in my early 30's, when I started back up after a 5-year hiatus, that I would never quit again. And yet I did. I worked out regularly for almost 10 years before that, but when my job became my life, it all came to a screeching halt. I missed it and tried haphazardly to fit it in but it didn't stick. Now I have the time again, and a whole new attitude, but my knees haven't quite gotten the message yet. Damn.

I've made a commitment to myself to get back on track. Not only is it affecting my body but my mind as well. It feels great to exercise, both during and after. I notice the effects immediately. I no longer view it as another task or chore to accomplish either, but rather time well spent with myself that I need and deserve. I no longer feel a disconnect between my head and lower extremeties and realize they are one. I don't punish myself for not pushing as hard as others; instead, I go at my own pace and know I will get better and better in time just like each time I started up before. Most importantly I appreciate the effort I make each and every time and my body for being strong and supporting me. I can't neglect it any longer and need to love and nurture it like a beloved friend or relative.

My blog is a great place to track my progress! I can easily document my physical and emotional changes as I go along. I've never been one to journal so this is the next best thing. Today I completed a half hour cardio workout, tomorrow an hour! I look forward to it.