Day 23 and I exercised before taking the plane to the US for a conference, which made me feel fantastic. And because the public pool turned out to open late on a Tuesday I went to the fitness centre instead. I feel my old body returning, and that feels amazing. It’s not so much about losing weight, as it is about getting back a body I feel at home in. Paradoxically, I don’t feel at home in the body that broke a shoulder and broke a foot and then was restrained for too long. That body felt like it wasn’t my body.
Back in action. But it takes work and a change of habit. One habit I am trying to change is to use sugar (sometimes) in my coffee.
Goodbye to sugar. Not for good, I’ll keep using sugar sometimes. But it should no longer be a regular habit in my morning coffee.
At the airport I treated myself to a lunch and enjoyed the view of airplanes and the luxury at being able to travel. I am always anxious before traveling, but the minute I enter the airport I feel at home. The airport – a transitional space – feels like my perfect home. Never fixed to anywhere in particular.
It is not my weight, but my altered physical state with more muscles, that feels great. Like a body ready to be used.