I’ve always
been big on the notion of balance, in that we don’t need to be
extreme in our behaviour, especially when it comes to health.
It
was only when I fell pregnant that I realised that my idea of balance wasn’t
particularly balanced. I was running a demanding business, teaching
yoga eight hours a week, practicing yoga 10 hours a week, studying, reading
books on wellbeing and nutrition in my spare time, and walking to and from
work! And what’s worse, I was feeling guilty for not meditating for 30 mins
twice a day and having a pretty serious passion for sugary treats (I feel like
the priest confessing to his congregation). What terrible transgressions on my
part.
Pregnancy
has made me slow down and realise that I can’t do everything. Nor do I
need to. It’s ok to sleep in. It’s ok to do nothing. It’s ok to watch reality
TV (ok, so I still actually don’t agree with this one, but I’m working on it –
apparently there is this fantastic show on foxtel called “My Big Fat Gipsy
Wedding” – a must see I’m told). It’s ok to eat pizza (truthfully, I’ve always
been fine with this).
So
my advice and key learning from the last 8½ months (yes, that makes me massive)
- cut yourself some slack and let go a little. Be kind to yourself. Find your own balance.
On
that note, I’m about to head off on a very new and important journey and today
is my last day.
I have no idea how I’m going to fill the next two or so weeks before the baby
comes, but they tell me it’s a good idea to slow down and enjoy the solitude
while it lasts. That and daily yoga, walks, meditation, preparing the baby’s
room, catching up with friends, cleaning the house, stock-piling frozen meals,
doing my tax…
I
wish you very well on your healthy (or not so healthy journey).
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