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Saturday, February 4, 2012

If My Body Could Have a Quiet Word With My Brain

Hey Brainiac! You up there! Yes, you!

I'm down here, your body. Look down.

Listen, I haven't said anything before, because well...I just didn't think you were in the right frame of...self to hear anything I had to say.


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I've supported you for 41 years now, and I've put up with a lot from you. There was that whole childhood stage where you told me to do silly things that got my parts all banged up. Then you became a teenager and you made me put those horrible 80s clothes on. Fluoro...gack! When you were in your 20s, I reckon it was downright abuse...all those late nights and alcohol. It's a wonder we got through that. Then came the reproducing; childbirth, the first days of breastfeeding and the years of sleep deprivation were a horror that you made me go through, not once, but twice! I must admit that the little munchkins were cute, but it meant that we stopped exercising altogether and the food you made me eat was just junk!

I thought you'd get the hint a few years ago, when I just couldn't take it anymore and I started to fall down on the job. You remember the lump right? Well, I had to go through all that poison, cutting and burning to get rid of it. I expected that you'd get your act together and start sending me the right messages--messages telling me to do things that would help me to thrive, instead of burn out.

It's been almost four years since the Big C, and you haven't really done anything different. Oh, you tried to make me do a lot of walking for a while last year, but as soon as the days got shorter, our sleeps got longer and the moving of the wobbly bits completely stopped.

I've noticed something's changed lately, you've started telling me to exercise again...every single day. I count 33 days so far. The last few days, you've been telling me to eat lots of those green things they call vegetables. It's like you've turned a corner.

I wanted to let you know that this feels good. When you make me move around a lot, my parts can breathe again. When you tell me to drink water, I feel clean. When you tell me to eat that colourful food, I can feel my parts soaking up all their goodness.

I can't do this on my own, and neither can you, so why don't we work together? Let's keep doing the right things, and maybe...just maybe, we might be around to see the cute little munchkins have munchkins of their own.

4 comments:

  1. What a wonderful post! It was clever, witty and light hearted yet with serious undertones. Cheers to you and your efforts to achieve a better you...we've only got one body so let's worship it! Best of luck! :)

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  2. Thanks Linda. So far so good! Best of luck to you too in the quest to Eat Well and Move!

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  3. Yay, looks like Brainiac & Body are finally speaking the same language! My brainiac is getting there...slowly! Great post!! :)

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  4. Thanks Thea, sound like your brainiac is definitely on the right track! I'm really loving our little group. It keeps me motivated knowing that I have someone urging me on. :)

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