I’ve been a bit MIA this month for a variety of reasons, and I suppose this is what Motivation To Move’s head spokesperson, Scott Smith, is always talking about: when “life gets in the way.”
I have realized over these past years that rehab goes through waves, stages of intense purpose and drive, and then waning stages that take the backseat to whatever else you’ve got going on.
Yes, even I, the sole driving force of this website, have my uninspired periods, and unfortunately I’ve just had one. However, the important part is to recognize that and reignite the flame. Refer to my older post on energy renewal, if you’d like to (re?)read the basic principles of the phenomenon — but I’ll go on.
In this period I’ve hosted a couple of CouchSurfers (members of an international traveling organization that fosters cultural exchange for hospitality in all its forms), both of whom challenged a lot of things that during my growth have sort of defined me and my beliefs, and while sometimes uncomfortable and foreign, it was fine. And ultimately, beneficial, because oftentimes we can get set in our ways and habits until we are forced out of our own comfort zones.
You have to recognize when you are being challenged, though, and extract what you can learn from each situation, and apply that to the future. After this, though, my married friends down in Urbana-Champaign finally gave birth to a belated baby boy, so I promptly returned to the towns (they are twin cities that equally house my alma mater) that I now consider part of my roots. There, I quickly reconnected with my old trainer and my old doctor, both of whom, fortunately, were happy to see me again.
Always in the back of my mind during these days of hosting and, consequently, not hosting my blog, was the nagging feeling I needed to kick my butt back into gear. So I got my old trainer working on a new program for me — and, incidentally, I picked up a new B.O.I.N.G. (more on that in my next post). We had realized together that I could strike a good balance between the holistic and isolation approaches that both sets of trainers usually have me doing by integrating a more specialized program zeroing in on specific muscle groups (obviously, the ones in most need of retraining) to do on my own while still training with my current trainer up in Chicagoland, who works on the entire bodily mechanism.
My old doctor met me for lunch today and told me about her great-uncle who lived to ninety-eight(!) in constant search for intellectual stimulation, because really, mental prowess is what’s going to get you the most results.
She completely agreed with me that the results of your rehabilitation depend on your psychological state, which keeps with the “use it or lose it” preaching of most studies and books on neuroplasticity.
So, always remembering that we must use or lose — and who wants to lose more, anyway? — if we fall off the wagon, let’s jump back on again. It really is a question of one or the other, which is overwhelming to be sure, but the concrete truth.
(Refresh yourself on the concept with this old post on improvement and decline.)
Always keep yourself moving forward. And if you need a spark to get you fired up again, that’s what I’m here for.
To our healing,