#103.21 - Seven weeks

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Well what can I say... it is seven weeks of trekking to base camp. Along the way I saw many wonders. For a start I saw myself being pulled from the abyss. One foot in and sinking. That was the first step. That was week one. After that, during week two, I began walking. Standing up and walking and by week 3 I was running. That is how I have continued. 

I now stand at base camp. Over the next two months I start climbing. By end the of the first month, I will be two-thirds there and then the month after that will be the summit. After summiting, I will not be returning to base camp. Nope. The summit is my destination and I plan to stay there. 

By the time I reach there I would have the formula for staying there. In essence, movement and activity - namely running, core and stretching daily, doing something creative, sleeping sufficiently, eating well and very importantly, no alcohol. Whatever it was that alcohol brought I no longer need it. This includes the fun and the relief and any 'benefits' of self-medication - I don't need to any more.

I think I just got bored of it. There are the supplements of course. I take nine of them daily. The magnesium, menopause, iron + vit C, seaweed, slippery elm, chia seeds and rye flour + cardamom. These help me stay on top of whatever I need to stay on top of. Finally lots of water. And most importantly, to eat only till you are 3/4 full. Even half. Never to be completely full. This is wrong. You'd think this would be obvious but it is not. What is 3/4 full? Make a fist with your hand. That is the amount you should be eating. That is the size of your stomach. Get a bowl to help you do this. 

I'm going to go for my run now. It looks like another clear day. I don't know what I will do. It is my last day of rest. I have never had such a peaceful Easter before. I can't remember one like this anyway. I've just realised this may be my first peaceful Easter. This may be the very first time I have chilled instead of running from pillar to post.

Seven weeks.

That is all it took to find myself. I still cannot believe it. If you told me seven weeks ago I would be sitting alright I would have laughed at you. I am more than alright. 

More than anything else, I completely deserve it. Completely an utterly deserve it. Deserve to treat myself well. It is ALL GOOD. All good. 

Running breakthrough! After a week I managed to run up to the next mark on the supersteep hill.



Today - living large. Seven weeks. 


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