I had a friend tell me last week that I really needed to learn how to take care of myself, and I've been mulling over that a lot lately. Frankly, this is something that I've heard before from my husband, my family, and my friends for years. I think the problem is that I don't know how. Sounds insanely stupid right? I get up every morning, manage to put myself together, go to work and get home safely so it should be easy.
I've always taken care of someone else. I'm the oldest sibling so when I was younger I had to take care of my brother & sister, now I have Parrish and our pups, and I like to think that I'm pretty in tune with what my friends and coworkers are feeling. This is going to sound harsh but my mindset has always been that I take care of everyone else, they don't need to take care of me. If I'm taking care of someone else then I'm fine, right?
Wrong. After 32 years I think this might be character flaw.
Last week I hurt myself while running on the treadmill and it totally floored me. I was having a bad week and this was just too much. The breaking point was when Parrish was yelling from downstairs to help find his keys and I was hobbling around trying to find my bathrobe - which is a completely normal situation in my house minus the hobbling - and I got upset with myself because in my eyes I wasn't moving fast enough. At that moment I had an epiphany and against my better judgement I asked for help. It wasn't a huge moment, but you have to start with the little things.
This week I'm feeling better, although my foot still has me on injured reserve. Icy Hot patches they are a godsend. I wanted to exercise today so I took it easy and walked.
30 mins
4 mph
1.9 miles
250 calories burned
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