Our bodies are wise. When we don’t listen to them, the speak loud.
Realization: I had a gnarly cold, and didn’t take a day off working out, through horking (againandagainandagain #thisiswhyimsingle) on my rides and snot rocketing #likeapro on my runs through a migraine and coughing and straight up feeling like shit.
My body knew, just like the philosophy of karma, and that we don’t ever fool our bodies: now, that stress has manifested in a breaking point, and any breaking point would come – in that of blowing my nose so hard I’ve tweaked my rib. No core, no training, walking and breathing.
That’s so important though; learning in the now, tuning in momentarily to our bodies in order to avoid the cumulative dump of allthefeels at one time sooner or later.
So I’ve read a lot about how during Hypothalamic Amenorrhea recovery, women find that their bodies feel so drained, that waking up in the morning is a struggle. I feel like it’s a combination of things;
- finally allowing feelings (and realizing how badly we’ve ignored them)
- allostatic stress load dump being all: “You didn’t listen for SO long!”
- The body taking charge and having enough, and choosing Life over death (literally)
There’s merit in the idea of restorative, replenishing, re-re-re, you know? I used to eye-roll at those yoga classes that were so damn slow, and how I couldn’t imagine sitting through one. But honestly, one of my favourite quotes is:
Don’t wait for a storm to rebuild your roof.
This applies to the idea of mindful tuning in so that were not stuck in a pile of shit. Tuning in even when we don’t feel such a need. We are a generation of sensationalists: we crave intense feeling in order to justify stimulus.
We crave: more, bigger, better, stronger, spicier, louder.
I think we’ve (I have anyways) desensitized ourselves so much, numbed ourselves, distracted ourselves so much that it takes a huge BANGBANG stimulus to engage in registration of feelings;
- newer faster phone
- louder ring-tone
- louder alarm clock
- sriracha on sriracha on franks on tabasco
- aerobic zone, like, 8…
- HTFU Rule #5 Velominati to the power of “n”
And when is it enough? When can we go back to unconditional sufficiency?
Answer: RN. (not registered nurse….RIGHT MEOW NOW RAWR!)
So, right now, I’m sitting on my bed, reading about what I’ll be making a workshop on when I go out to BC (or now)…post walk with a tea. I’m injured, and I’m resting, and for this moment, I’m OK. I know my mind will come back and kick me, but I’ll bitethatdamnVegan….and then eat Rabbit for dins (lol what?! I have ground rabbit in my fridge that I defrosted from Angela Wood, fam friend Chef guru woman…kinda excited to try…although they’re so cute…but like…*****gottaneat!).
Stay with me, stay with yourself, even for 5 seconds, that’s a damn good start.