Buns of Steel
Hello My Beauties,
I hope you are just delightful!
Lately, I’ve been embracing my desire, and need, to move. Think about it: I teach at an independent home study charter school and my students come to me. Of course, I get up to take care of a few things, but otherwise, I am literally sitting at my desk from 8:15 in the morning until 3:30 in the afternoon; I even used to work through lunch, at my desk. I tutor after school—sitting. Every morning before school and for as much time as I can spare on the weekends, I am at my desk writing—sitting. Point made?
There are some scary statistics out there that suggest sitting for prolonged periods of time can have huge negative health repercussions. Motivation to move, right? Indeed, but it seems a bit too scare tactic for me. So, I’ve reframed it—I choose to get up and move because it makes me feel better, and who doesn’t want to feel better? Also, getting away from my desk shifts my perspective, gives me a mental break, and gets me moving—whether I’m at school, tutoring, or writing.
This year my girlfriend, who I teach with, and I decided to take this motivation to move and run with it. We have a half hour break each day. We now walk around the block during this time a couple days a week—of course there is the delicious incentive of an iced mocha. Whatever it takes to get you up and out. And when we don’t walk? We miss it. Also, we run with our students (even if they don’t show) for PE one day a week. Role models, we are indeed.
But beyond my motivation to move, is the relationship I am re-building with my body, the kind of relationship I haven’t had with it since I was in high school and an athlete—I use it. Seems simple, right? But when your day is so scheduled out, it’s easy to act as if exercise is the hardest thing in the world to schedule in—it’s too early, it’s too late, and now with the time change, it’s too dark—lol. Having my treadmill right there in the middle of our living room helps, but my old pattern was to find any excuse not to exercise.
So, in the theme of reframing the not so positive ideas/concepts/preconceived notions of exercising, I’m finding little ways to move—squats in the shower, stretching, breathing, rotating my neck. While blow drying my hair, I have incorporated bending, stretching, lengthening my spine from side to side—a pose I had forgotten I used to hold in yoga regularly (yes, sadly, it has been that long.) Losing weight is a lovely side benefit to all this movement, but the core of my newfound motivation is to be strong again and really, really healthy.
A lovely bout of tennis elbow during the summer has kept my upper body limp, so I did what I could for my lower extremities—walking, lots and lots of walking, when I had lots and lots of time. Now my time is even more precious as I don’t get done with teaching/tutoring most school days till 6:00pm. I have a standing scheduled walk with my girlfriend on Mondays at 3:30, but it’s the rest of the week that gets tricky. So, I’ve turned to my new best friend, squats. I do lots and lots of squats—the shower only being the first set in the early morning. Those personal breaks I take during the day, whether I’m at school or at home writing? I now take a few extra minutes and knock out another set of 15 – 20. And the squats add up as the day progresses. More relevant? I feel better—lots of oxygen to the brain (I highly recommend breathing while moving) and my body feels rejuvenated.
Do you remember the hula hoop? I grew up in the 70’s and hula hooping was part of our play—always. We used to have contests to see whom could hula hoop for the longest; my cousin won hands down, every time. I used to love hula hooping, and since I want to work my core now too, it seemed like a fun way to move. And it is. I’m also starting to incorporate push-ups back into my morning movement—against the kitchen bar, the bathroom counter, even using the handicap bar in the bathroom at work. Hey, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.
My conscious intent is move a little bit every day. If I can move a little bit every hour of every day, even better. Little by little, bit by bit, my buns of steel are revealing themselves. Now, if I could just do those one hundred sit ups a day—hehehe. I’m still reframing that one. Stay tuned for Abs of Steel.
Have a fun day, My Beauties. And move, any way you can. Every little bit counts. Breathe while you’re at it and you’ll feel sooo much better, even if you already feel good.
PS In the comments section, let me know how you move, what motivates you. I’d love to hear and share it too.
Love and Light, Grace and Ease.