December 9th holds no special meaning to me other than it is, of course, December 9th. But yesterday was December 8th and it was a day of epiphany, of sorts.
*this cartoon from Pinterest is just way toooooo real….
I’ve been draggy lately (in terms of months not days), and it occurred to me that my physical exercise had decreased. Significantly. Gym had gone by the wayside, swimming drifted away on a tide of farewell, and walking, which I did religiously every day to the tune of ten thousand steps largely took place in my brain only. Not largely, entirely. December 8th I thought about just tightening my abds and discovered neither my body nor brain remembered quite how it was supposed to go. So that got me thinking about today – which of course yesterday was tomorrow. A day I had already decided would be dedicated to a deep pre-Christmas cleaning, possibly in hopes of St. Nick visiting but more likely due to mating dust bunnies frolicking around my feet.
Well once I decided to do something so outside my nature my brain started thinking. Why not make it a day of new or different stuff? Push myself a bit. I remembered that a few days previous an acquaintance mentioned that there is a program on TV called ‘Healing Yoga’ and it is on at 6 a.m. in the morning. At the time the term Healing Yoga appealed though the early hour did not.
I have been retired for almost seven years and argue with myself all the time about wanting to sleep in. Unfortunately most of my life interests occur in the morning so I set my alarm dutifully for 7:30 which necessitates ongoing grumbles. I have also come to believe that sleeping in is such a waste of life since my life span has been considerably shortened by advancing age and I need to make good use of every minute left.
About 9ish last night the thought came to me that I should consider doing the Yoga show. It resulted in a rather brisk discussion between myself and I, with accusations of having taken leave of my senses, it was Saturday and one sleeps in if at all possible barring the Rapture or a call to duty if one works. I had to be strong and take control of my slothful tendencies so I did the only thing I will listen to. I called my middle sister to tell her of my plan. I figured if I told someone it would strengthen my resolve. She was in the midst of watching her fave hockey team bite the dust, (or rather the ice) and chuckled merrily at my plan. ‘I will call and tell you how it went,’ says I. By now I think she was rolling on the floor in merriment and she cautioned, ‘That’s fine. JUST DON’T CALL ME AT 6!
Before retiring I dug my ancient Yoga Mat out of a cupboard and tried to unroll it. I finally placed bar stools at each end so it would be flat when I stumbled from bed in the morning.
I set my alarm, did not sleep well wondering what 5:50 a.m. was going to feel like, and awoke at the appointed time. I took care of immediate morning needs, decided to exercise in my pjs and turned on the TV.
Deborah Devine according to Zoomer media ‘leads and easy to follow gentle yoga class’. It struck me as a little ironic as she said the exercises we were about to follow were for relaxing to ensure a good night’s sleep. Having awakened early I tried blocking the idea of a good night’s sleep from my mind. At least the idea put a smile on face for the duration.
How was it? Not bad considering….I was pretty busy watching and listening to concentrate on doing it well but..not bad at all. It also gave me a bird’s eye view of some not recently dusted spots and corners so it provided motivation for the rest of my day.
Zoomer TV and magazine is designed for Canada’s Zoomers, those 45+, so really a bunch of kids to me, but I think I just might give this a bit of a go. After all I am retired and if I need to nap in the middle of the day I can certainly do so.
I can hardly wait to see what else this wonderful day holds for me…..