Today I joined a gym, went to a tanning bed (for vitamin D), and got acupuncture. I’m trying to give my body some more TLC in the hopes that it will balance out some of the volatile moving/stress emotions I’ve been carrying around for months.
I’ve learned–sometimes the hard way–that I work and play better when I lift heavy things and make time to recover from lifting heavy things. Since I want to be sure to treat myself with respect in order to make the most of some of the difficulties I’m working through, I have to devote time to moving my body around.
I told the gym manager that I needed a female trainer or a “totally not bro-y” male trainer. We’ll see what he’s come up with for me. No crazy fitspo dudes please!
Jesse Rice-Evans 