January usually feels like its 37 weeks long but this year it seemed to fly by. One huge change is that I have given myself a break on what I am “supposed” to do. I was very intentional with how I felt and what I needed for myself.
January usually feels like its 37 weeks long but this year it seemed to fly by. One huge change is that I have given myself a break on what I am “supposed” to do. I was very intentional with how I felt and what I needed for myself.
The renal team has cleared me to workout and I have been slowly trying to make a plan and do what makes sense for me.
The me entering 2024 is, as friend told me earlier this week, a 2.0 version of myself. Instead of my resolutions being punitive (lose weight! save money! be better!) my thoughts have turned to enhancing the version of Rachée that I am with activities and ideas that bring me joy.
We’re getting back on the road…or not. A week or so ago my nephrology team gave me the go ahead to work out and I was so all, “It’s on baby!” Ambitious Rachee planned to either ride my bike daily or go for walks (which would lead to wogging which would lead to running and then lead to a race),…
As I prep for the week, I realize that working through my feelings is something that I need to lean into and allow to happen. It’s uncomfortable and quite a feeling but as my friend said, I am a new woman built for shenanigans and with extra parts.