Our bodies are our vessels. Treat them well.
Growing up, I was sickly kid. Developing Asthma at a very young age, I can recall spending almost every other weekend in the hospital.
It was so debiliating: I wasn’t able to laugh for extended periods of time without using my inhaler. I was never allowed to play outside if the lawn had just been mowed. I couldn’t run. On occassion, I’d have to sit down in the mall to plug in my portable compressure. I was picked last for any school sports activities imagineable – always – without fail.
I knew my limitations, and I accepted them. And these patterns followed me into adulthood.
But, as I get older, I am starting to recognize that my body is losing its elasticity. It can’t handle what it used to. Now, I go out on a Saturday night and my body is still feeling the effects of it by Wednesday. Recognizing that kind of deterioration in any capacity is scary.
I make a conscious effort to be healthy. I force myself to drink my greens (I’ve actually started to consume the recommended servings of fruits and vegetables!), I try to drink 8 cups of water a day, and I drag myself out of bed at 5:30am to work on my cardiovascular capacity. It’s hard work, and the transition is too new to assess, but I really do feel great. I feel like my moods have stabilized, I feel energized, I feel stronger. Here’s to hoping that this is not just the honeymoon stage.
If your body can’t keep up with you now, how will it fair 10 years down the road?