Have I always been a worrier?
It’s a question I’ve been asking myself a fair bit recently. After my first few blog posts about recovering from anxiety, two of my oldest friends told me they always remembered me saying I felt worried when we were growing up. And then, last week, I stumbled across some old stuff from my high school/college years.
For some reason, the school I went to stocked an array of random blank postcards in the library. And, judging by the amount of notes I found written to me from friends on said postcards last week, we clearly never used the library to do much actual work! In the middle of some happy reminiscing, one postcard stopped me in my tracks.
I realise I’m pretty late posting this! Notes on days six to 10 of my 10-days to a more mindful me journey have been sitting in draft on my laptop for about a week, but rest assured I did finish them – I feel better for it too!
Having completed 10 days of mindfulness practice, I can see how it would be helpful to keep going with so I can use it as a tool in more anxious moments. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t sure about the effectiveness of mindfulness at first. But the last half of my journey brought with it a much greater sense of rest and clarity – both of which are rare for someone who’s notoriously restless and indecisive!
I’m not going to lie, I’m finding my ‘10 days to a more mindful me‘ mindfulness journey quite hard.
I think it’s because I’m so impatient – I want instant calmness to prove I’m making progress instead of admitting that it might take all of 10 days (and probably a lot longer) to see some lasting results!
Impatience is something I struggle with in many areas of my life. For example, if I jet off on holiday for a week I need to know which sights are the must-sees, which restaurants are the top-recommended and the best ways and days to visit each of them, so I don’t miss anything out. Ask me to wander around a city just to take in the views and see what sights I ‘come across’ and you’re likely to face some pretty stubborn resistance! (more…)
So after starting my 10 days to a more mindful me journey, and getting loads of fab meditation advice and support on Twitter, I promptly took 10 days off!
To say I’m ashamed is an understatement – when you ask for advice on something you should always follow it through (I’m sure someone must have taught me that once – maybe at school?)
So, better late than never, I’m pleased to be able to update you on the first day of my 10 days to a more mindful me journey in a post I’ve aptly decided to title ‘my mindfulness journey day 1: losing my train of thought.’
This weekend, the X-Factor re-started which means one thing: winter is on its way.
Not many people know this about me, but I don’t do well during winter!
Firstly, the cold temperatures cause me major anxiety. I think it stems from months of sleepless nights worrying about whether I’d be stuck in snow and ice when I used to drive to breakfast work shifts. I barely drive anywhere now, but the snow and I have yet to re-establish our once close childhood friendship! (more…)
When I first started this blog, I decided that only the posts about fitness and food would make their way onto Facebook. Posts about my recovery from anxiety would not.
I mean, I know people on Facebook, it’s a network of schoolmates, work colleagues and friends – some of whom have known me for nearly my whole life.
On other social media sites I can reach out to a wider network of people, people who immediately understand what I’m going through, because they may be experiencing similar difficulties – and I always feel encouraged by the support and advice that comes back.
I’ll be honest, I doubt there will ever come a day when you’ll read a post on this blog tagged #rinroadrelaxes.
The day you do will be the day I master the art of complete mental and physical relaxation and this blog will cease to exist (I mean, what would I write about?)
Fear not though, you only need to remind yourself of my hour of mindful yoga to realise just how far away the day #rinroadrelaxes really is! That’s not to say I won’t keep trying towards it though!
If I treated life like I do a HIIT (high intensity interval training) workout, I’d probably feel less exhausted and get a lot more done!
Yesterday I did my first hot yoga class after a two and a half week break. Despite sweating as soon as I stepped into the hotter-than-usual 95 degree room, I managed to push myself deeper into each stretch than I could just a couple of weeks ago, when I was still doing the class twice a week.
I knew this would happen – it happens every time I take a yoga break. The reason? It’s simple.
“I would walk along the quais when I had finished work or when I was trying to think something out. It was easier to think if I was walking and doing something or seeing people doing something that they understood.” – Ernest Hemingway
When I was younger and my parents told me we were going out for long walks I never wanted to go. What was the point of walking for the sake of walking? Why would you walk unless you were travelling to something (and the car wasn’t available)?
Now, I get it. Like most commuters, I spend the best part of my day sitting down on a train or in an office, so when I get a chance to walk and enjoy being outdoors, I do it. Even, if that means adding 20 minutes to my commute in the morning just to walk between two tube stations. And even if that means lugging a pair of trainers around with me at work all day!
I’ve suspected for a while now that what I eat has an impact on how I’m feeling. But I hadn’t really thought about how much my mood can affect what I eat.
It’s something I’m sure most of us have probably experienced – a busy day, a stressful situation, a ‘down’ moment – all can have us reaching for so-called ‘comfort food’ on complete autopilot. And, let’s face it, eating healthily, especially on a bad day, is a pretty big commitment. Buying fresh ingredients and ‘eating clean’ isn’t always cheap, and it’s definitely not as easy (or as therapeutic) as stabbing a ready meal with a fork after a hectic day at work!