I have been incredibly kind to myself this week. I’ve been focusing on my own exercise program, two training sessions and two water exercise programs a week. Had I been any kinder, I don’t think I’d be able to walk. Just kidding, sort of…
I ‘ve been through a whole series of physical therapy sessions and then personal trainers since I hurt my right knee last fall, basically after running up and down the stairs too much in the wrong shoes before vacation. At my age apparently even walking can be risky.
Since my knee is doing pretty well now, I decided I would ramp up my exercise program a little bit. We have a very modern and fairly inexpensive park district facility about one and a half miles from my house and hubby and son, Dave, and I all signed up.
My new personal trainer is Pat, a tiny woman in adorable size two work out clothes who puts me through the paces twice a week. She told me that my form is excellent and whoever worked with me before did a great job — that would have been Evil Personal Trainer Keith. Pat is just as evil, I think, in her own sweet way. I need to get to know her better to be sure. She is very encouraging and makes me almost forget how hot and sweaty and tired I am!
Now I may have confused being kind to myself with being good to myself, but I really like to exercise and life had kind of gotten in the way of me doing that for awhile. And I think many women, moms in particular, tend to put their needs last.
So right now, being kind to myself means I’m going to continue focusing on taking care of my own health and well-being by exercising for my physical health and writing for my mental health. And trying not to be too hard on myself about either one.
In response to the 2016 Kindness Challenge at The Richness of a Simple Life.