My Grieving Process

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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 out the benefits of walking, right down to the advantages in our evolution.  I am very lucky that my neighbourhood is pretty and safe.

This video from a neuroscientist is very inspiring 

https://youtu.be/BHY0FxzoKZE, 

especially the one minute exercise at the end.  The protective power of exercise for the brain is immense!

It is certainly a lot easier if I had maintained some sort of fitness routine.  It is immensely hard to pull myself out of this rut.  I tell myself to fill up with self compassion.  Smashing myself to bits only makes restarting harder.  Amongst the easiest to get restarted is the nitric oxide dump series 


It is four basic movements repeated three times within four minutes, done three times a day at least two hours apart.  This video explains the series further 

https://youtu.be/ThOhSMYOHsA

A few years back, I started with five repeats for each movement, and managing only once a day.  Slowly I built my stamina.  I am back to doing only five, and working hard not to fall into self pity.

Another series that helped a lot with my joint pain in the past, especially my hips and knees comes from Dr. Whitten of the Pain Fix Protocol channel.

https://youtu.be/zdy9Zxc5lj0

https://youtu.be/iwL-JilAMlY

Now when I walk, I am in pain.  Dr. Whitten thinks that we should borrow from the dentists that teeth will deteriorate if not regularly brushed, so would joints degenerate if not regularly moved.  I am pushing myself to restart, but at times, the heaviness that I feel is overwhelming!

It is a reminder to myself, as a helper, that a client cannot bring about a change when her heart is too heavy.  A whole lot of compassion and empathy has to come first.  I share with you what is written by Jeff Brown.

💛 Credit:@jeffbrownsoulshaping

 

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