It’s official. I’m teaching yoga. I have so much to say about this journey that began February 27th and continued in a new way on September 21st. For now, suffice it to say I’m brimming with gratitude and excitement.
It’s May. My 30th birthday is on Friday. Wow. I’d be more excited if I wasn’t so tired. I’ve gotten a little behind on the countdown. We’ve spent the past couple weekends at the farm, and in between I’ve opted to go to bed in lieu of staying up to write a bit (see aforementioned sentence referencing my current fatigue). In fact I almost opted to postpone this post for another day, but then I might miss my birthday all together! I’ll keep it short and sweet because A#1) I’m too tired to write much and B#2) I’m sure you’re too tired of my ramblings to read much.
Nothing will make you cherish your health more than illness. The list of friend and family battling various and sundry illnesses and injuries never seems to abate. Both recent sad news and today’s glowing report from Leila’s two-month well-baby make me extra grateful for my health and the health of our little family.
12: Good Food
“Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food. ” (Hippocrates)
I got a little lazy about food the month after Leila was born. Amazingly generous friends and family brought us lovely dinners. However, for the first time in my life sleep trumped food and I sometimes forgot to eat. Then I satisfied my hunger with not-so-nutrient-dense-food such as cake and ice cream. Not the best lunch choice, and I think I’ve been paying for it. For the past month Leila and I have battled an annoying case of thrush. Last Friday I started an anti-Candida diet. I miss sugar so very much, but I am acutely aware of my gratitude for delicious whole seasonal foods.
11: Our Garden
Well, the last time I gave it any attention was last June, but in spite of my neglect our resilient garden is springing up tons of volunteer veggies. Bell peppers, green onions, itty tomatoes, lettuce, kale, basil, sage, oregano, fennel and rosemary are blooming. I am still quite far from being able to claim a green thumb, but I am grateful to feel a little empowered that we can grow our own food in spite of ourselves.
I may no longer run but I am quite grateful for the time I did. For years running was a therapeutic escape. I love those memories, and I love the accomplishment of training for and completing a marathon.
9: The Jobs That Didn’t Work
I could probably ramble about this for quite some time. I’ve already shared about Pappasito’s. Suffice it to say that though I look forward to finding one that sticks, I am appreciative of where the many jobs that have not worked out have led me.
I’ll continue tomorrow…
For now I must give my bed some attention.
I unofficially retired from running after finishing a marathon my senior year of college. The initial post-race high led me to believe that I would never stop running, but I took a week off and then a month and then I just never started back again. Instead I started taking leisurely strolls through the neighborhood or opting to walk home instead of hopping on the bus. I never had to will myself into my shoes and out the door. I needed to walk to get places and I enjoyed the slower pace to take in my surroundings. In Rwanda our legs were our primary mode of transportation. Aside from a few moments of discontentment I loved it. It gave Ben and I time to vent on our commute home from school and made the Saturday luncheon of fried foods and beer a lot less guilt inducing. When we got back I started taking Wrigley on walks beyond the end of our street. During the last weeks of pregnancy and first several weeks after Leila’s arrival, we’ve gone on family walks, the term coined for the times Ben joins our outing. It’s not a particularly impressive endeavor, but I am quite grateful for my newfound appreciation of the simple act of putting one foot in front of the other.