It’s the time of the year when you’ll be overwhelmed with cliches about new beginnings, and your year being a 365 day blank book (well 361 days at this stage) ready for you to fill etc etc. I may have put a few in my last blog. But let’s be honest – it doesn’t feel any different from last year. Not yet anyway.
To make it feel different, you have to be active about assessing what it is you want to change. That takes brain power and time for reflection and planning. The festive season is rich in many of the good things and one of those is time. But it’s in the first few weeks of January that the ground work is laid and the dreams of the year, and years, ahead takes shape or doesn’t.
This week I’ve decided to be active about starting my resolutions. On the first day back to work, I got up early (5.30!!!) to go to hot yoga, ate well, bought lots of healthy food and cracked through some practical jobs that had been on my mind. During the rest of the week, I intend to start working on my other two resolutions including awareness for myasthenia.
Like almost everyone else, one of my new year’s resolutions is to take better care of myself in 2015. This includes eating healthier, implementing a new exercise regime, trying to get 8 hours of sleep a night and having a dry-ish January (excluding my best mates’ birthday and my leaving do).
Today was my first gym session of 2015 and I thought I better make it count. With a 1.5km warm up run, 3.5km of interval sprint training, a 15 min tabata abs and chest circuit (20 secs on, 10 secs off x6 per exercise), 6 rounds on the punch bag, a glutes circuit and 8 mins of tabata bike sprints to finish, I was almost crawling home.
Saying that, I was once again reminded of the rejuvenating power of exercise as I returned to the world full of energy and motivation despite feeling run down when I arrived. One of the drugs I am on suppresses my immune system, so I can often feel sniffly but nothing gives the body a natural boost like a tough workout.
Having an exercise regime is such an important part of my strategy for coping with MG. A consultant once told me that one of his patients manages to be medication-free because of her commitment to fitness and, being a tad competitive, I thought I’m going to do that too. Hopefully, along with a cleaner diet (normally my downfall), better sleep, and no booze, I should start to see some results.