Well, I have now raised the concern of not one, but two of my followers because I haven’t posted in so long 🙂 I don’t blame them…I think the last time I went a month without posting was when my dad died.
First, I love that I have readers who notice that I’m gone. How great is that? Second, I’m just fine.
I had a rather rough Christmas (It was the first Christmas without my father and very emotional). But I got through it just fine and a nice sense of calm has settled over me.
We’ve been snowed and frozen in here for the last month, so I’ve had many, many, MANY snow days off of school. (Really, -30 degrees? That’s just not called for. Ever.) This gave me an extra long Christmas vacation and some mini-vacations throughout the month. Lots of time to do things for myself. I have read so many articles about self-care for survivors and apparently these authors were right! Who knew??
Like so many other people in January, I joined the gym. Now, you have to understand that I have never exercised. Really, not ever. There was some yoga one summer, and a brief stint of walking, but physical activity is not my friend. This bad habit is catching up to me. I’m hardly obese, but people over 45 need to exercise. I’m tired of getting “that look” from my doctor every year when I go in for a physical. It’s usually followed by some form of the “Women of a certain age…” comment. Doctors out there–we’re onto your code. Just say it. “You’re getting old, Aimee! Get off your behind or all types of evil health problems will befall you!”
This gym thing began as an activity to help out my mom. She used to walk on the indoor track with my dad. She wanted to continue, but Dad was no longer there and it was a memory-laden place for her. So we decided to do it together. Face our demons, get some good mother-daughter bonding time, and lose weight to boot.
The myriad of snow days and “cold days” gave me lots of time to go work out with Mom and by myself as well. I’m loving it. I’m feeling good. Many of my aches and pains are going away, and I’m feeling really proud of myself. It’s good to see Mom getting out too. She has fibromyalgia, like me, and exercise is an excellent way to improve our symptoms.
But the best thing I’ve noticed is that this month I haven’t really thought about rape or abuse or other horrible things at all. I told my husband the other day that I hadn’t blogged in awhile. When he asked why, I smiled and said, “I haven’t felt rape-y in awhile!” This is a very good thing.
I think I am back now. I’m rested and refreshed, and ready to tackle the difficult issues. Try some self-care of your own. It seems to work!