Yesterday I woke up with a badly aching body.
Owing to my new year goal of a leaner, younger self. Having gained several kilos last year, I began this one with more credible intention. I have shed weight many times before, so I assumed that my body and mind understand the sacrifice we have to make.
But the two parts of my holy trinity have forsaken me, leaving me at the mercy of my determined soul. Over the last week, the pain my body has put me through can earn a regular person admission to a care facility. However, that cannot be me. I know the tricks the human body and mind play to remain in a state of non-progressive comfort.
At times I wonder whether to push through or let be and lounge.
I know the importance of listening to my body and observing my limits. To grow and, at the same time, recover. But I also know that without pain, there can never be gain. Balancing pain and rest is a challenge I have contended with for long, and never gotten to master my neutral ground.
That is why I decided to push through the day with more pain, adding some steps and skips to my soreness. I guessed that the problem was not trying too hard but soothing too little. So I did some intentional self-care in the evening. And today feels like a much better day.
I will still push and calm to my equilibrium today.