It's been almost a year since I started training with KBuddah Training! Recently I have been talking to a Walking Dead friend on Twitter who has been diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, Lupus and Rheumatoid Arthritis and is going through more tests after much distress trying to find out what was wrong with her and going through the crushing fatigue and pain that is familiar to people with chronic pain or any systemic or autoimmune condition.
She expressed her fear. A fear I remember well. Not knowing what was going to happen in your future. At the time you're finally diagnosed and taken seriously, you've been fighting through it and pushing yourself in silence for a good long time. You are used to making adjustments to make it through your days without letting on that you don't know how you're going to make it through the next day, never-mind thinking about how to deal with the future.
You are used to just not mentioning the pain. You are used to people judging. You are used to people giving every piece of advice they've ever heard or read, and you really get the feeling it is not advice to help you, but rather advice to get you to stop mentioning it. You are used to hearing that you just need to push yourself and lose weight and that everyone gets tired.
The weirdest part of this for me now as I talk to her is that I have empathy and I can relate from memory, but I have no emotional attachment anymore to those things because it has been so long since I've experienced them myself. I still get a little bit of people not understanding that my definition of pacing myself and rest is different from the normal person's. And that my definition of tired is a little different.
But even my own tired is not the crippling, incomprehensible fatigue that I used to experience. The last time I can remember crying from fatigue was actually about a year ago after I moved into my new place and I was out with my nephew, Jack. I remember telling him, that it wasn't him. He knew that. He's smart. I said, I'm just tired and in pain from the big move.
At that time I had lost almost 40 pounds. Losing weight hadn't helped my pain or exhaustion much at all. Then came training. I started slowly--twice a week. I trained and rested and that's about all I did. In a matter of a few short weeks, my pain subsided. This blog chronicles many of my experiences with emotional releases and all sorts of things that have happened as I've trained this last year.
Having my pain subside was most unexpected! I just wanted to lose some more weight. I anticipated training twice a week, resting, maybe gaining a little more energy and toning my body a little and getting out of the house to do something, but still being in pain and being exhausted. I never imagined I'd be doing the stuff I'm doing.
Now I train 3 times a week. I go to yoga 2-3 times a week and I go to circuit classes 2-3 times per week. My diet is under control, pretty clean, and I never feel overfull or uncomfortable. I don't eat sugar at all in the form of candy, cake, cookies, ice cream, etc., which I remember caused intense flares a few days afterward, but sugar used to be so comforting and it used to wake me up. As far as inexplicable Fibro pain now, my pain is essentially non-existent.
Training has changed everything. It's an experience that can't be explained. It really isn't just a workout. If you think about most of the things that have been life-changing experiences, whether they lasted an hour, a day or years, if you are pressed to say how or why they changed you, often you have to say, it's hard to explain.
Those are the best experiences. The ones that need no explanation and defy explanation. That are felt. That are just known. That somehow just happened. That when you try to explain them, you are either speechless and shrug and stammer an "I don't know," or you just go on an on trying to explain it and nothing even comes close to the real reason or explaining it adequately.
KBuddah Training: It's not just a workout; it's a bonding experience. It doesn't just change your body; it changes everything.
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