One morning last week, when my alarm went off at 5:30am, I wondered what it would be like to not wake up so early (after all - I have no one to wake up except myself), and wake without an alarm. The past few days I have gotten that wish (be careful what you wish for), and I have decided that I am an early riser, on purpose.
I like being healthy.
I like moving my body. I have been physically active most of my adult life - teaching water aerobics, walking with friends, stretching and strengthening with yoga, dancing - and discovering Nia, lifting weights, and doing weight-bearing exercises.
I eat a healthy diet, and I take the adage that my body is a temple pretty seriously. I believe in Karma, even in a physical, temporal way. What goes around/in, comes around/out.
Three years ago, after putting on some weight, I was introduced to Cody, a personal trainer. (Jenna and I had a trainer years ago, and I wasn't terribly impressed with him, or the mega-fashion-show gym. I am not a big-box exerciser.) Cody and I have been "together" now for three years. I appreciate the individualized workout plan and attention I get.
With Cody's help, I exercised throughout my cancer treatments, even if it meant doing yoga and stretching. She has become more than a "You can do one more rep," trainer - she is my nutritionist, my confidante, my cheerleader, my friend.
A couple of weeks ago she told me to she needed six months to get me back to the weight and strength I was at before cancer. I trust her; I have no reason to do otherwise. In fact, I am/was lifting the same weights already, and this week I was going to begin training for a 5k.
I will be patient, but yoga on Saturday, 7:30am. I think I'll set my alarm.