I didn’t like hearing the truth tonight. The truth that you are trying to avoid always hurts when it hits home.
Lying on my back, unable to move is frustrating; makes me angry and grumpy and mean. My old habit of putting up defences to defend myself, no longer needed as I am met with compassion and love, patience and good advice. The advice to slow down, when I am back up; change my high intensity and frequency of exercise, be softer on my aging body. My track record speaks for itself – my body giving me clear signs; repeated injury cycles – torn calf, bad back, lack of energy.
I didn’t like it. But I heard it. And I don’t like being unable to do anything – I don’t like not being able to cook supper, pick up the boys, go trick or treating.
So I am listening. And I need to love my body enough to listen to it more.
In the meantime, my body allowed me to catch up on the latest Harvey Specter escapades while I did my cat cowls and cobras… So I am taking my inspiration from him!