I haven’t been to the chiropractor for a couple of months. Usually, I go weekly. Often, I’m struggling through the weekend waiting for a chance to go in on Monday morning. But I haven’t been going in a while. I haven’t even thought about it. I haven’t needed it. Apparently, some of the stress on my body has subsided. I’m attributing that reduction in stress to three things.
First, for the last couple of years, I’ve been thinking about a move. I even tried a move this summer when I spent some extended time in Portland. Change is hard, and the steps towards that change were exciting but also hard. I think that took a toll on my body – perhaps more of a toll than I realized. For a couple of months now, it’s been becoming more and more clear to me that I’m not going anywhere. I think that possibility being taken off the table has affected me. My brain and my heart are struggling with the closing of that particular door — struggling with it and even trying to fight it. But I think my body is telling me that it’s doing well.
Second, I’ve been eating differently for a few months now. I’ve gotten a bit leaner by eating simply and more often. A smoothie for breakfast. Black beans and vegetables for lunch. String cheese, hummus, and fruit as snacks. Some Tofurky, avocado and maybe pasta for dinner. I still eat out and eat desserts, but not as often. Overall, I’m just being more mindful about what I consume, and that’s translated into a little weight loss, just a few pounds, and my body changing. My clothes fit differently. Maybe being healthier overall has reduced some of the stress on my system.
Third, I think all of the writing I’ve been doing has helped. For the last two months, I’ve been writing more here and in my journal, and I’ve been working on the book project that I started on Whidbey Island. I’m writing daily, and writing calms my spirit. Maybe it helps calm my body too.
Overall, I’m sleeping pretty well and feeling good physically, which is a great thing because this week kicks off my training for Ironman Coeur d’Alene.
I’ve said before that there are things in my life that are not as I hoped they would be. Those things were imposed on me. I didn’t choose them. And as much as I resent where I am sometimes, maybe this whole “feeling good when I didn’t expect it” thing should serve as another reminder to me that life is – as my friend Maria likes to say – wise. Life is wise.