Yesterday my neck hurt so bad, but I went out anyway, sprawled out on the sand at the beach for awhile, watched the waves crashing on the rocks, and a naked man in the distance who apparently wasn't cold at all. I ate some dates and then walked in the park, ogling ducks and birds and the miniature motorized sailboat that floated around. Almost everyone was wearing masks. It was annoying to dodge the few who weren't, and I wondered why they weren't concerned about breaking the law, or about the health of those around them, or if it bothered them at all that they were the only ones not wearing masks.
My neck still hurts today. This is the longest a stiff neck has ever lasted for me, almost a week now, even though I've done all the tricks I know of that usually work. Now that I'm sufficiently concerned, I wrote myself a single check box on my refrigerator that reads "10 MINUTES MINIMUM PHYSICAL ACTIVITY" to be completed every day, no ifs ands or buts. I already reached my minimum quota today in the form of yoga but I may do some dancing too for extra credit. I'm worried that my muscles have atrophied during winter and from hiking infrequently since my usual hiking buddy (the Alcoholic) left. I want to emerge from quarantine an olympic athlete, not a useless lump.
I might write myself another note on the refrigerator: "YOU LOVE YOURSELF? PROVE IT: CONSISTENTLY EAT LIKE YOU LOVE YOURSELF. CONSISTENTLY MOVE YOUR BODY LIKE YOU LOVE YOURSELF."
I've focused so much on my mental health over the past year. This year I want to focus on my physical health.
Today I'm grateful that I got out and saw nature yesterday. Grateful that it's not too late for my body to repair itself. Grateful I did yoga first thing when I woke up today. Grateful that - mark my words - I will be in incredible physical shape by the end of this month.
9:33 a.m. - 2021-02-05