Distilled Moment

As my grief moves from centre stage, my forlorn rebounder (tiny trampoline) and slant board gain my attention.  So too my various weights and resistance bands.  All were gathering dust in the past three or four months.  Grief took a lot out of me.  It is still there, I am allowing it to come and go as it pleases, but it no longer consumes me.  I am beginning to take tiny steps to regain some physical strength.  It is very easy to give in to pain and not move at all.   I used to read, listen or watch Peter Attia and he offered ample evidence that flexibility and mobility could be maintained if, as we age, muscle mass is not excessively lost. https://peterattiamd.com/ “Peter Attia explores strategies and tactics to increase lifespan, healthspan, and well-being, and optimize cognitive, physical, and emotional health” Time to read my unopened emails from Peter! My easiest go to movement is walking  https://youtu.be/R10u9h7j24E This video points o...

My last post was done on April 10.  I have not done much of anything in the last three months.  I do the minimum to keep my plants alive and my living space reasonably clean.  I cook a little to keep from getting hungry.  I have thousands of unread emails.  In the past, even if in pain I would do some basic movements to keep my body from jamming up.  Would read a book or two to keep my brain fluid.  These past three or four months, I have been feeling broken:  mind, body and soul.  Nothing seems to add up.  Lost a sense of myself? For those of you who have read my previous posts, you would have figured out that my childhood wasn’t exactly peachy.  I thought I worked pretty hard in building something better, but a series of events indicated my efforts came to naught? Today I went for a walk, stopping at the many benches to cope with my pain and lack of stamina.  I was also constantly praying to Allah, asking a way out of this mu...