Every day seems the same. Get up, go to work, come home, bed, then repeat until the weekend.
Ah, the weekend. Days when we can hibernate at home and not have to face the world. Feel judged.
We feel out of control, like we cannot change. Do we really want to?
Some days it can seem that we don’t. The warm duvet wrapped around us while we are watching tv. Eating on the sofa.
Life feels hopeless.
A lethargic body that does not like movement. Easier to stay on the sofa. Movement hurts, trying to use muscles that are not used to movement.
Taking control back is too much effort, it is easier to let life pass by.
Until one day you snap! Why does life have to be this way. I should be happy every day. Have energy and do all the things I want.
Play with my children, go on adventure holidays and not be stuck on the bus, or watching everyone else, but out walking and seeing all the wonderful sites.
The first moment is hard, aching muscles that shout to stop because you have listened in the past. Walking for a few minutes more than you ever has is painful, difficult. You keep telling yourself to stop.
Slow and steady.
Each day a little more each day, maybe one minute more.
It adds up and weeks later you can walk double the time you did before.
Less pain. Muscles are stronger.
Every day is a new start, a chance to change a little bit more.