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Side Effects of 12WBT (for me)

I’m almost at the end of the first week of 12WBT and I’m noticing some side effects.

The most significant of which is that I can breathe again.

I’ve noticed, without noticing (which takes some effort, I can tell you) that, in the last few years, it’s felt as though I have a belt around my diaphram, tightening almost imperceptibly day by day.

I’ve studiously ignored it, though I felt some distress about not being able to sing properly without taking breaths in the middle of words or warbling when the sound should have been much smoother. I love singing, so that’s been a big secret sadness for me.

It’s also embarrassing to be walking and panting, puffing, unable to hide the fact that I’m struggling. That’s lifting too. So is the little moment of panic I had every time I needed to take a deep breath, always accompanied by those tiny fingers of pain that subsided in a second but reminded me every time, how vulnerable I’d let myself become.

Pain in my hips and lower back when I’m sitting or standing or…anything except lying down, have all but gone too and I can’t even begin to explain what a relief it is.

As I woke up this morning, naturally and at six am (!), I took a breath and it was easy….it just flowed into my lungs without effort. It was so lovely. I’ve been taking deep breaths every now and then ever since, just because I can and it makes me smile. Small things but so good….

I’ve been walking every day, drinking plenty of water and staying within my suggested calorie intake, so I feel good about that too. I haven’t taken the suggested rest days, partly because I’m on a roll and partly because I don’t feel as though I’m pushing myself so hard that I need to rest from it.

Today I’m taking our older boy with me to do laps at the pool, my legs will thank me 🙂

My water now has its own dedicated basket in my bookcase

My water now has its own dedicated basket in my bookcase

Talking To My Ankles

For those who arrived here on a search for something quite different, my apologies. This isn’t that. Try the next link, quick! 🙂

I just got home from a 3.2km walk and I feel great. My body continues to astound me. Even after years of neglect and indiff…no, not indifference…not that….more a sort of uncomfortable ignoring…my body rises to every challenge I give it, with hardly a whimper.

Though there was a little whimpering today, it was that last hill. As I crested the rise, I could almost imagine my ankles saying as they creaked under the strain “I’m sorry, are you serious?!”

I, meanwhile was having a fine time in the cool of the morning, bouncing along, so I hushed them gently and kept moving. This morning, I tried a different walk, not a power walk or a timed, heart rate monitor sort of walk, just different to the ones I had yesterday and the day before.

I walked Zac to school, a new habit that we’re both loving. It gives us time to talk and he’s such a pleasure to be with, for me. I waved him goodbye and kept going, up the long road near to our home, realising about 5 minutes in that I hadn’t had breakfast yet. I thought about truncating the walk, worried that I might feel less enthusiastic next time if this walk was too uncomfortable, or if I ran out of energy…..but I didn’t and to say I’m glad of it is a huge understatement!

I walked and walked and walked, one foot in front of the other, up and down hills, zoning out, just taking in the beauty of the morning, the people who smiled at me as they passed and the ‘thump, thump’ of the workout music in my ears, from the ipod in my hand. Until finally, I reached a natural point where I felt it was time to turn around, so I did.

I might have looked like a mad woman in pink, walking, laughing with something akin to elation but that’s okay because today I walked happy and it feels so good.

So ankles, thank you for carrying me around for so long, my apologies for the hills but it’ll get easier from here on in, I promise.

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