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Walking to the Y…

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Y?  Because I like to.  I live a mile away from the YMCA.  I joined six years ago when I first came to Winston-Salem, because I had to have something to do while waiting.  I was waiting for travel documents to come for my brother and sister-in-law, so they could go to China to get their youngest little girl.  I was waiting to figure out my next steps after having left my husband of thirty-three years.  I was waiting for the marriage to be legally over, and waiting to see who I was and who I could become.

I love my Y.  I lift weights.  I ride a stationary bike.  I take Gentle Yoga classes several times a week, and I’ve met some great people.  I still find refuge in my Yoga class, though I don’t go as regularly as I did in the early days.  My life has gotten happily busier!  Nowadays, I walk.  I used to walk with a friend who lived around the corner, but she moved away, so now I just walk by myself.

I do some of my best blog writing when I walk.  Often, I will be inspired with a topic, and this past week was no exception.  This post is the result. 

Walking is scenic.  It is rhythmic, and it is meditative.  It takes one whole rosary to get to the front steps, and coming home, I usually work out a blog post in my head.  Often, I remember it, and write and post.  Many times, I don’t remember what I’d thought to write, only to have it pop up later.

It’s a gift to be able to live in such a beautiful and pedestrian-friendly place.  It’s a gift to exercise my body and my mind.  It’s a gift to be among friendly, kind, funny faces who greet me with welcoming  words when I’ve missed a few classes.  Walking to the Y is one of my gratitudes, often.  Walking to the Y has been a huge part of who I am and who I have become.  Who could ask for more?  Prayers and fitness, and working out in more ways than one.   It doesn’t get any better than this.  Look at the photo.  Get it?IMG_2651.JPG

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Body language…

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I get Oprah’s magazine every month. My friend-sister gave me this subscription, and I really enjoy the positive, validating, affirming articles contained therein. One of my favorite features is from contributors who answer the same provocative statements for the writers to complete. I always think about what my answers would be to the same questions.

Not too long ago, the fill-in statements were about body image, and WOW! I really thought about what my responses would be. Body image is something I have struggled with my entire life. I have believed myself to be chubby and soft. At times, I have been told I was too skinny and gaunt. While I try to be physically active, doing yoga and lifting weights, in a twenty-four hour day, I do the exercise part about an hour, max, and what I would rather be doing…sitting and reading or sewing the other fifteen waking hours. I have not been anorexic or bulimic, but I have certainly understood, a little, those who have eating disorders.

So, here are my responses to complete the statements:

The three words that best describe my body are…busy, useful, ever-changing.

When my body needs a pick-me-up…I dig in the dirt or rake, and then have a margarita.

I was shocked when I learned that my body could…diagnose my emotional state before my mind recognized despair. My body tends to fall away, to the extreme, when I am in an emotional crisis mode. I chub-up when I bounce back. Then I have to work at attaining a good balance. This is at least a three year process, and has happened to me three times in my life. I hope all that is over, but it probably isn’t.

In my next life, I’d like the body of…(now this one, I have multiple responses) a pampered poodle, who gets total care and devotion; OR Peter Pan…I always wanted to fly; OR a runway model, tall, thin, with lots of thick, heavily-bodied, softly curled auburn hair.

Seriously, in my next life, I would like to be an angel, looking down on and guarding/guiding a woman just like me, who is glad to have a working healthy body, and just wants a little balance and TLC.