HKS (Healthy, Kind Support) Accountability Group June 24th
Welcome to the last Thursday in June, Blenders. If you’re fed up with my tragic stories, or have too much going on in your life to read other people’s problems (hey, it happens) and just want to share your workout, skip to the last paragraph* and/or post right away.
“Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith.” – Steve Jobs
A fitting quote, because A) we all know these times - maybe you have been hit by so many bricks you feel like you’re one of the crooks in Home Alone and Macaulay Culkin is throwing them at you from a roof, in which case, I have much admiration for you that you’re getting through it! - and B) my dad has read the biography about Steve Jobs, and Jobs suffered from cancer. It’s also fitting because I have used the “getting hit with a brick” to describe how I’ve felt several times since May 5th.
Monday I got another brick in the head (not in the wall, for people who are prone to earworms) when I heard my dad hasn’t improved as the doctors would’ve liked him to. This means he still can’t start treatment. It also means it would take a miracle to keep him with us. He will be moved to a hospice this afternoon, which is awful for me to write down. I went to pick up my belated Father’s Day gift yesterday and felt that was enough for one day. I’m both angry and depressed that I have so many hours to fill when every chore seems like a huge hill to climb, but try to give myself time to process everything and do little.
Not much to share in terms of workouts; as I had trouble yesterday morning supporting myself in downward dog with a “lift the right leg up and bring it to your nose” x3, followed by the left side, I decided I will take it day by day. Kelli’s recent message about this subject (exercising in times of grief or other turmoil) made this even clearer. So if you’re in the same boat, don’t get mad at your body for feeling “weak”, it’s doing its best to support you through this time and needs all its energy to process what’s going on. Had a nice walk this morning.
How are you all doing, workout wise and in other ways? I have not read much on the community the last few days for reasons mentioned above, so I haven’t really kept up. But I hope everyone is well, and for who’s dealing with bricks at the moment, I wish you strength. You are welcome here, in whatever mood.
Photo is Teppie striking a sultry pose, reminiscent of a seal on the beach, when the peonies were in bloom a few weeks ago.
* And then I wrote a few lines below that paragraph. I meant: the one about how you were doing...
HKS (Healthy, Kind Support) Accountability Group June 24th
Welcome to the last Thursday in June, Blenders. If you’re fed up with my tragic stories, or have too much going on in your life to read other people’s problems (hey, it happens) and just want to share your workout, skip to the last paragraph* and/or post right away.
“Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith.” – Steve Jobs
A fitting quote, because A) we all know these times - maybe you have been hit by so many bricks you feel like you’re one of the crooks in Home Alone and Macaulay Culkin is throwing them at you from a roof, in which case, I have much admiration for you that you’re getting through it! - and B) my dad has read the biography about Steve Jobs, and Jobs suffered from cancer. It’s also fitting because I have used the “getting hit with a brick” to describe how I’ve felt several times since May 5th.
Monday I got another brick in the head (not in the wall, for people who are prone to earworms) when I heard my dad hasn’t improved as the doctors would’ve liked him to. This means he still can’t start treatment. It also means it would take a miracle to keep him with us. He will be moved to a hospice this afternoon, which is awful for me to write down. I went to pick up my belated Father’s Day gift yesterday and felt that was enough for one day. I’m both angry and depressed that I have so many hours to fill when every chore seems like a huge hill to climb, but try to give myself time to process everything and do little.
Not much to share in terms of workouts; as I had trouble yesterday morning supporting myself in downward dog with a “lift the right leg up and bring it to your nose” x3, followed by the left side, I decided I will take it day by day. Kelli’s recent message about this subject (exercising in times of grief or other turmoil) made this even clearer. So if you’re in the same boat, don’t get mad at your body for feeling “weak”, it’s doing its best to support you through this time and needs all its energy to process what’s going on. Had a nice walk this morning.
How are you all doing, workout wise and in other ways? I have not read much on the community the last few days for reasons mentioned above, so I haven’t really kept up. But I hope everyone is well, and for who’s dealing with bricks at the moment, I wish you strength. You are welcome here, in whatever mood.
Photo is Teppie striking a sultry pose, reminiscent of a seal on the beach, when the peonies were in bloom a few weeks ago.
* And then I wrote a few lines below that paragraph. I meant: the one about how you were doing...