I’ve had a wonderful couple of weeks; I don’t want to jinx myself but everything seems to be falling into place nicely for me. I’m eating well most of the time, I’m training daily, I’m doing 3-4 yoga sessions each week, meditating twice a day, sleeping well and feeling pretty damn positive about my life.
I have realised that I have spent the last year or so, without planning to, really trying to figure out what works for me. I’ve said before that I am easily swayed (fickle!) and I am constantly looking for the next quick fix and whilst I don’t think it’s a bad thing to have a change of routine every few months (I think exercise wise your body benefits from it and as somebody who gets bored very easily, it works for me) I realised that, more often than not, I try new things because somebody else is doing it and I think that they must know better then me. Now I’ve come to the conclusion (finally) that what works for somebody else is not necessarily going to work for me (and who cares what anybody else thinks about what I am doing?).
For most of last year, instead of training hard like I have done for most of my life, I limited my exercise to walking and yoga with the odd run thrown in. Whilst that might work for Yoga Girl or my sister in law who’s exercise routines are based solely around their daily yoga and who look amazing for it (and are annoyingly zen), or my Dad who walks for hours each day and holds each yoga pose for a minute at least; I realised that it doesn’t work for me. Instead of it being relaxing; doing yoga in the morning is, for me, a form of torture. I am so stiff that I can barely touch my toes and every part of my body feels like it’s in pain. Similarly I found that whilst I enjoy walking, spending hours doing any form of exercise just does not float my boat and my half hour daily walks with the dog were just not cutting it.
Since the new year I introduced a couple of sessions of weights into my routine and then some Insanity type workouts and I realised just how much I missed that ‘proper’ can’t breathe, sweat dripping down my face, jumping around like a mad thing form of exercise. So I decided to commit to the Insanity Max 30 8 week plan and three weeks in I am loving it. I have found new motivation; every morning I wake up at 6am to meditate and by 6.30am I am jumping around my living room like a woman possessed shouting at Shaun T. I won’t lie, the initial getting out of bed it not easy but I know that by the end of the 5 minute warm up, I’ll be absolutely fine and afterwards I will feel amazing. Then 3-4 evenings a week I’ll do some yoga, which I love and my body thanks me for it as it is so much more flexible by 8pm.
Off the back of this, my diet has been on point for the most part. I still eat what I want in moderation but my cravings for sugary snacks have all but gone (helped in part by my giving them up for lent). I still have some modifications to make food wise as sometimes I end up eating too much, sometimes not enough; I’m still trying to find that balance, but….I’m really happy with the direction that it is going in.
Spiritually, I am being directed towards new writers that are really inspiring me and I’m spending loads of time reading. I can’t get enough of it. I’m finally realising that it is OK to just be me. Being spiritual doesn’t mean spending hours each day doing yoga or not having a glass of wine and I’m not failing if I spend a bit of down time in front of the TV. There is no one size fits all; it’s OK to be yourself, it gives other people the permission to do the same and they will love you all the more for it. And if they don’t, who cares?