random thoughts
I've been practicing Callanetics fairly consistently for just over two years now, missing only due to sickness or health crises with Dale. The beauty of Callanetics is best witnessed when you practice consistently, which means 2-3 sessions a week, each lasting between 45 minutes to 90 minutes, depending on how driven you are. I get pretty driven and have been known to make those sessions up to three hours long, taking my time with the pulses and taking many breaks to stay in peak position. Callanetics is totally no impact, relying on control of position and movement in a sweet stage of relaxed tension. It is every bit as easy and difficult as it sounds.
It just occurred to me that this dichotomy is probably one of the reasons it appeals to me. I'm a Saggitarrian. We thrive on dichotomy. I remember reading "Sun Signs" when I was in high school (yeah, you did too, go ahead and admit it, many of us are "star children" hahaha!) and I've never forgotten the line describing the Saggitarrian woman speaking her mind seemingly without thought in a conversation that went something like
"You're much shorter than I expected you would be." (Total deflation of your confidence) quickly followed, often without skipping a beat, by
"Napolean was short too. I find shorter men sooo sexy "
Hahaha! It's the bug and windshield thing! I never made the connection until now!
Anyway, being this far into the program my body is now responding dramatically to the pulses and pulling in quickly. The most obvious place is in my neck and face. I am literally looking younger every day. Within the past month alone my jawline has been almost completely restored and those jowls you get at middle age are almost completely gone. The turkey neck thing that seems to accompany old age is vanishing as well, replaced with this beautifully sculptured neck that rises up from clavicles that I haven't seen defined in over 20 years.
I am growing younger by the day. This catches me by surprise every time I pass a mirror or a store window. There have been times I didn't recognize myself initially, because, quite frankly, I haven't seen this face reflected back at me since college. It's a weird and wonderful occurrence.
I find it somewhat fascinating and just a wee bit disconcerting that at the point in time I lost my beloved I appear to be undergoing a metamorphosis. He was supposed to be part of this celebration. He died just as I began to arrive at who I was becoming. His passing appears to have shepherded in a new period in my life that is much more profound than simply being widowed. I have a sense of being poised for something, although I can't tell you what that might be.
I just love the mystery of life, don't you?
...i just gave my 4 week old SWICK #4(Panama(+) Recharge, Roots!, SRP, Carbonized Limestone..didnt have any more EWC..need to get some thursday
