So, how’s it going on your wellness front(s)? Some of you have friended me on FitBit and I think maybe a couple of others might have asked but I didn’t know who you were. If so, send me an email to that same address and I’ll friend you.
I’m feeling happy about this little tool. I’ve been slowly adding more steps to the weekly total, though not always every day is up there. I’m still clocking in around 9K per day, average, which is great, but I’d like to crack ten most days. All that means is that I’m showing up for that dog walk every day, day in and day out. I do the whole walk every day, too, instead of sometimes taking the short cut. It adds up. The other day I went to Zumba and got a hella lot of steps for the class (over 6K!). FitBit is helping increase my consistency.
It also means I’m not beating myself for not being all things to all people and following Every Single Rule Exactly Right. Because, you know, I walked this morning. I’m doing something good for myself.
And, too, I keep hearing Mary Oliver in my head, “You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.” I think of Our Town and the poignant line, “Do humans ever really realize life while they live it?” When I was a teenager and read those words for the first time, I wanted to cry. I wanted to commit to being present, really living, every day.
Of course, we can’t. None of us can. There’s my son on the phone, telling me about his new office, and he is thirty and my granddaughter is almost two and the two of them sort of blend together in time, swirling around each other in all the moments I tried to catch as they flew by. As they fly now, right this minute, with Christopher Robin talking to Neko, the cat he found in the forest and brought home. As I write this blog about living fully and living mindfully.
That’s the trick, right? I am overweight and my knees hurt, so I want to be thinner. I want to eat right to keep my aging body as strong as possible for whatever surprises and joys and books life has to offer. I want my brain sharp to write the books that rush in crying “me next, no me!”
But I also want to live joyfully and with pleasure. I do so love my wine. I love going out to dinner and lazing over several courses, including dessert. I love French toast and pancakes and apple fritters and mashed potatoes with gravy and now I have to eat seitan chicken fried steaks, but I love those, too.
Also, it must be said, I love writing. I am easily able to sit at this computer for ten hours every day, writing and writing and writing. It’s healthy for my brain and my soul and my pocketbook, not so healthy for the body. Right now, I’m preparing for the debut of a new name and new book on November 12 (go friend me on Facebook or look at the website or even pre-order the book), so there is a TON more work.
Which brings me back to the fact that I must put my body in motion every day, for my heart and my knees and my creaky back and my brain and even my creativity. The FitBit helps me do that, be mindful of it, in a kind and loving way. It reminds me that consistency gets results. I’ve always known that about writing: if I show up, day after day after day, books get written. If I meet Tabor the trainer every single Monday, I see the muscles in my chest. I feel the power in my core. I stand straighter. I can haul cat litter into the house and bags of soil into the garden. I’m not fragile if I strength train, week in and week out. If I come in here and talk with you guys every other Wednesday, I’m motivated to stick with it, this easy program of love and self-improvement.
I hope you are, too.
How’s it going with your baby-steps and big steps? What’s tripping you? What’s getting you out the door more often?