Normally I love working out, but lately I have to make myself do it, and drag my feet the whole time. I don't know if it is because it is fricking cold outside and the idea of changing into workout clothes, getting it up and getting sweaty all sounds miserable, I dunno. I have absolutely no desire to do yoga whatsoever and I am starting to feel the repercussions of that. My hamstrings are getting tight, my shoulders are tight and my psoas is bothering me. When I have done yoga recently, I get frustrated with myself that I have let myself get stiff and that I can't hold poses for as long as normal and quit mid-way through the practice. Pathetic I know....
Maybe it is winter doldrums, maybe I am dragging out the gluttonous indulgence of my lazy 2 weeks off for the holidays - hey, the gym was closed, all my classes were cancelled, yes I woke up at 10 or 11 everyday and stayed in my pjs til 3, and yes, I ate yummy foods and drinks I wouldn't normally, it was festive. So what! Don't judge! You know you did the same.
Mmm doesn't that look good?? |
But for some reason I can't shake it yet. I want to bundle up, watch movies and cuddle with my puppies and my man, all the while drinking champagne, eating chocolates, potato chips and meat.
Drool...this is SO not helping! |
And lots of meat. Man, am I craving meat. I normally eat meat maybe once or twice a month, tops, and it is typically in a restaurant. If I do buy it, I always buy organic and local. If I can't find either, I won't buy it. But I am craving like Shepard's pie and beef stew, super meaty, gooeyness, WTH is the matter with me? Maybe I am preparing for hibernation....
And don't even talk to me about green juice! Don't even show me a green juice - gag! I can't. I am SO not even interested in green juice right now. It sounds cold and green and icky. I keep looking at the beautiful, organic juicing veggies in my fridge getting sadder and sadder, more limp and wilty, yellow, smoodgy - yucko. Just looking at them dying in my fridge makes me gag. No part of me wants green juice. I know, I know, it is good for me, I should, I should, especially since I am rejecting it so much, but wah, I don't wanna ma!
Cravings mean something. They are your body's way of talking to you, telling you what it needs, but what happens when your cravings are for naughty things and laziness? Maybe it is because I live in fricking Antarctica and I need sunshine, yes I am taking my Vitamin D daily, but still, it is cold and poopy outside, and yummy, meaty food with wine and cheese and pjs and movies galore sound so much better than pretty much everything right now.
The reality is I know the reason I am craving these things is because I am feeding the cravings. If I just stopped and made my green juice (which I did at lunch today - yuck - and really it tasted OK and dare I say good....shhhhh), stopped eating meat and actually got my butt up and did yoga, all would be back to normal.
I am not a morning workout person. But right now, I am able to find any excuse under the sun (well actually the lack thereof) to not workout when I get home from work. I am thinking if I move it to the morning I might actually do it. And I want to see if I actually can. I wake up slowly and ideally in silence. I like to make my tea, cozy up in my big bathrobe, open all the curtains admiring the view and morning sunlight and I like to read first thing in the morning. Most days of the week I am not so lucky to do this ritual in total, but I have always wanted to add yoga to this routine. Maybe it is because I am glutton for punishment, or maybe because I know deep down it will be really good for me and challenging; a hurdle I need to overcome. The thing is my brain and body whine and complain about the idea. One, I have to wake up even earlier and two, that I am "working out" in the morning. Yet, somehow I know in the back of my mind I can hear myself, my inner mom - "OK Mommm, pshh..." get up do your yoga, your meditation, your silence, make your green juice and then your tea. I know it is the right thing to do and that is probably why I am resisting it so much, because it will be the catalyst for the winter meat eating, boozing, indulgent, laziness hump I need to get over right now.
Fiiinnnneeeahh......I'll somewhat listen to the inner mom in me that knows best, but I didn't say I wouldn't complain along the way.
Here's to you and your winter rut, if you are experiencing the same. Find something simple and just do it, even when you really, really don't want to. Good luck (and f-ing namaste when all I want to do is shove that namaste somewhere...)....good luck :).