September 8, 2019

I woke up and felt totally tired, deprived of energy with joint pains: I am officially sick.

We had planned to go to gym this morning and the thing we do is lifting weights – would that be wise for me to go now that I am sick? 

I normally would google that and read what the suggestions are but this time I wanted to just feel what is right and decide on that. I was feeling okay, exercise good help me to find more energy and I could keep the weights low. So I did go.

I felt much better being in the gym and exercising than being at home. I was not weak when it came to lifting. But I still took it easy. 

There are very nice sensations of exercising: the thrill, the pain, the let’s do one more together motivation. I could also find meditative moments, observing the sensations in my body and breathing.

We went to our usual brunch after the gym. And then home. I wrote a bit but it was very difficult to keep my head up. I slept. I was planning to sleep a few hours and then go to the concert of my friend Sezgin (See his music here:

When I woke up the time of the concert has already passed, I checked my phone and saw the message from him that it got cancelled due to heavy rain. What a pity.

I slept a bit more and woke up hungry. I had nothing to eat and no energy to cook. Fabio offered to order something for me but I didn’t like anything. I was feeling so bad. I started crying like a baby, like a grumpy baby. Then I decided on the indian food hoping that  the spices would help my healing. I ate, I drank my herbal tea and went to bed.

I accomplished nothing that I planned for the day. But that was just the way it was. Sometimes you just rest, respect your body and give it the rest it needs. And I said amen.

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Isil Uysal Calvelli

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