Bodies at rest tend to stay at rest. Bodies in motion tend to stay in motion. Oh how easy it would be to just not get up and move! And last night, I didnít move, and no amount of self-talk got me out of the chair.
I do have a defense, however. On Sunday morning, I was bitten by a yellowjacket [a kind of hornet]. And Iím extremely allergic to them, ending up in the emergency room. Lots of drugs later, I still felt the effects yesterday evening. For once in my life, I paid attention to the docís orders, which were Ďlimit activity until recovered.í So I decided that I needed the rest.
But as I sat there relaxing and thinking that I should be either riding my bike or going to the gym, I realized that this was the way I had lived! Just coming home from work and sitting down. Maybe doing bills, reading a book or the paper, or knitting, or talking on the phone, but sitting.
And then the red flag flew. THIS WAS COMFORTABLE. THIS WAS PLEASANT. And maybe I needed to take this break more often. Oh dear.
The next thoughts were about the fact that, after a certain point, I was completely unable to get up and move, and that Iíd done an enormous amount of work to get myself moving again, and I couldnít go backwards. Just not an option.
It was time for a gratitude check, just for the simple things. Gratitude for being able to take a walk, to stand in the shower, to talk for several minutes without running out of breath. To be able to go to a museum, a movie. The list goes on and on and on.
So, bottom line, the break was necessary to take care of myself Ė and thatís not always easy. But over the long haul, taking care of myself also means moving. Overcoming that inertia, pushing myself to get started.