So, it's been just over two years since I felt compelled to write here. Up until a year ago, I was doing excellent work to my ongoing health. Keeping all the weight off, still effortless. I was eating healthy and exercising.
Then my truck broke down. Returning to being a one car family, my exercise immediately suffered. It became sporadic. My eating continued very well, but as anyone who ever tried to lose weight has heard, you have to "eat right, AND exercise!"
As my exercise tapered off, my weight crept on. Not a lot, but more than I wanted. Slowly it climbed and recently it started to bother me. Not the weight, actually, but the desire to maintain my health and the seemingly endless failures at trying to do so. I kept promising myself I was back at it, then slept in instead of walking. I swore I would go after work, and even packed clothing and changed for a walk, only to find myself at home not having gone to the park.
My view of all this has really been receiving a lot of my attention this last year as I've worked and practiced in the Refuge Recovery community. I've definitely come to understand addiction much better, and how my food habits always have been tied to this. But that's a lengthier topic for another day.
Today, I just wanted to post that I recently bought a Fitbit Charge HR and, thinking I was going to find it useless, I have been pleasantly surprised by the enjoyment, utility, and reinvigorating energy it has summoned in me. Tonight, for the first time in too long I went for a good long walk, MINDFULLY. I've been walking sporadically as mentioned above, but this was the first time I revisited my old practice to the letter. I "invited my ancestors" as TNH says. I used it as a meditation, and I reveled in it. And I asked myself..."How did I ever let this slip?"
I'll ponder the answer another day. Tonight I'm enjoying the rediscovery.