After years of being my body’s worst enemy, the gentle approach to weight loss and health is strange. Foreign, even. How can you be gentle to something you’ve berated for years on end?
For me, the answer comes in unexpected ways. This week, I finally braved the gym after the dreaded January rush. I’ve always been an all-out exerciser, preferring grueling workouts to a mere spin on the elliptical or exercise bike. But this time, I felt tired. What would a gentle workout really feel like?
I decided to find out. For me, “gentle” didn’t mean lazy. After all, you have to raise your heart rate to get a good workout. But instead of focusing on the numbers on the treadmill (and comparing them continually to the other gym-goers), I did something strange: I threw my towel over the top, turned up the volume on my headset and paid attention to my breath and my body.
This gentle thing was getting kind of weird. Instead of spending my gym time checking out other exercisers, glancing in the mirror nervously, and fearing the offhand remark about the big girl on the treadmill, I thought of my favorite runs. I’ve never been a fast runner, but I’ve always enjoyed the mindlessness of the activity. My thoughts drifted and wandered. I thought of an upcoming trip, a pressing work problem. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror at one point, and instead of allowing my glance to go to my body (always an obsession at the gym), I gave myself a smile and kept going.
When I got tired…I stopped. Fancy that. Lo and behold, I had gone longer than I initially planned! Even better, I wasn’t sore or overly hungry the next day.
Maybe this gentle thing has its uses.
Does being gentle have a place in your journey to your best life?
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