Nothing has changed my life quite like learning to feed and move my body.
I used to be someone that was thin, but not healthy. I didn’t ever count calories, but I was not someone that nourished my body the way that I should have.
I am on the path to loving myself, fully and completely. And it is a long path. A journey that is not yet complete.
There are many ways for one to live well, and I am not saying I have the perfect answer, but in all of my searching and devouring of personal growth books, podcasts, wellness blogs, and memoirs of my heroes- moving your body for at least 30 minutes each day is a non-negotiable.
Our bodies, our beautiful, strong, magical bodies that do so damn much for us, were meant to move. We have become sedentary creatures that were not ever meant to be so.
Anxiety, depression and mental health issues are on the rise, and while this is a multifaceted and nuanced phenonenon- a huge part of this is lifestyle.
We do not have to move anymore. We are not chasing down food, nor are we outrunning predators that could eat us. If you are reading this blog right now you have the resources to wake up and get food that you did not grow or pick or maybe even prepare.
This isn’t a bad thing necessarily, but it means you have a body that is aching to wake up and move.
I knew that moving my body was a really great idea for a long time. All the people I look up to had regular work out routines, so why did it take me years to do it?
I was scared. Scared of so many things. Scared to walk into a gym, scared to look stupid, scared to figure out protein powders and nutrition and every single thing involved with caring for me.
Then one day, I asked a dear friend who worked out every day to take me with her, I signed up for a yearly membership at a gym so I had an important financial incentive to go and I just started going. My friend and twin flame took me every time I asked. She showed me around, was gentle with me as I picked up my little 5-pound weights and could barely complete a set.
She introduced me to everyone she knew at the gym and made me feel at home. She never pushed, she lived a life of health and love and caring for her body and simply by being herself she inspired me. She made me want to reach for more.
If you don’t have a twin flame to take you to the gym, check-in with friends and family that inspire you. Find a kick-ass motivational coach that does free sessions on YouTube. Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.
As my body became stronger, my mind became clearer. My anxiety lessened, my moods improved. Even now, if I feel myself getting low or feeling strange, it is usually time for a workout.
You don’t have to be extreme. You don’t have to be the best. Just be consistent. Show up each day, and care for your body. Give back to the beautiful vessel that is carrying you through the world.
Don’t beat yourself up, lift yourself up. You have to love you before anyone else can.
Bonnie Rae xx
P.S. Amy- this one is obviously for you. Thank you.