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Shakti Journey: Day 1

 Captains Log: Day 1 

(because I'm the captain of this body. Rawr!)


So there I am, nose pressed to my pink yoga mat, beads of sweat or tears rolling down my face, plop!

What on Earth did I sign up for, I groan internally - internally because there's barely any air left in my lungs to force sounds out. 

The truth is, over the burn and ache from my unfit body is my heart yelling, You better stick to it!  For too long I've been pledging, promising, declaring that I'll start exercising, being more active, taking care of my body. Yet, years later, the most I've been able to commit to is an hour of yoga therapy per week (thanks Trishan!). As beneficial as that has been, I have to admit that my body needs more activity.  

One of the first things you'll hear when you start a new fitness programme or commit to a lifestyle change is that you need a goal, an endgame, something to work towards. Mine is fairly simple - I want to feel more comfortable in my body. Does that mean dropping 50lbs, being able to bench press 100lbs or do a minute-long plank? Nope! 

Here's the truth - I'm bipolar and on medication that makes me gain weight. To add to that I have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS) which makes it hard to lose weight - especially from my tum-tum. So no, losing weight is not my main goal. BUT it would be great to not huff and puff JUST to put on my bra or rest for a few minutes after putting on my jeans or boots. I just want to be comfortable in ole gal, I want to know that the body I'm in is being well taken care of and loved. 

Sis has been doing a good job so far and I owe it to us to make the extra effort. When I saw Sharon Feanny's post about wanting to award scholarships to her Shakti at Home programme I knew this was a sign. Incidentally, the night before I saw her post I had sat down with my other half and we had a chat about our health then decided that we needed to get more active. I went as far as to do my measurements and actually looked at the numbers (not something I like to do because they tend to be so disappointing). There was no way I would just let that opportunity pass by so I reached out, applied and now here I am, arms throbbing, skin covered in sweat, feeling like I just made the first step to a great change. 

Right this minute my cup is full (of water), my heart is full and open and my body is ready for day 2!


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