Exercise-number one priority?

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What do you mean, I have to get off this couch tomorrow?!

There are many things that are necessary for our mental and physical well-being. Food, sleep, water, shelter, human relationships, and movement (“exercise”) are some of them.

They are our top priorities, even though we probably don’t pay them much – or any –  attention unless we have trouble acquiring enough of them.

In the last couple of months I’ve come to the conclusion that getting enough and the right kind of exercise is perhaps my top priority.

I realized that when I unwittingly changed my workout schedule so that I didn’t train in the morning like I used to. I made the change because I wanted to get up and running first thing in the morning – and the 1,5-2 hour long workouts I’ve done during the last few months aren’t easily compatible with that goal.

First I didn’t have any problems, but hen I did. 🙂

Because I was busy for one reason or the other, I missed a couple workouts. No big deal, except I noticed my pains started creeping back. The next thing I knew was that I had spent two whole days in my bed in the throes of a full-blown migraine, which hasn’t happened to me since July.

After that I started paying more attention to my workouts. I do the workouts first thing in the morning whenever I can and try to do all the “boring” foam rolling stuff and corrective exercises that are part of my exercise regimen.

It didn’t take a long for my pains and migraines to stop.

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So, my conclusion is that my body seems to insist that exercising is a top priority in my life. I can skip it if I want, but not without consequences: my life starts to suck majorly because I’m in pain all the time 🙂

Part of me is very annoyed at the outrageous demands of my body. I should be able to slouch in front of the computer and loll on my bed for 24/7 without protests from my body (preferably eating my favorite pick-a-mix candy.)

The protests aren’t much quelled by the fact that I’m fully aware I’m not the only one who has to take their bodily needs into account when they go along with their lives. Many people have conditions that prevent them from leading the carefree lifestyle of 20-something rock stars.

I just happen to be one of them.

You have to excuse me now,  I think I have to go and train my deep neck flexors for a minute or two. 🙂

Questions: How have you come to terms with the fact that you have bodily needs? Or have you? When did you first realize you can’t live (keep on living) like a 20-something rock star?