I am tiring of taking so much medicine the last few weeks. My health has really been not that great, and it’s about time I take more responsibility for this body I’m in.
So the other day, I decided to do a round of foot reflexology because I do believe the pain inflicted psychologically does make me feel better, on pretext of my qi being unclogged. The Uncle Foot Reflexologer was this philosophical uncle, who besides telling me to drink more water (they ALL tell you that), told me that he has all the rich expat clients who go to him and have everything they need in life but their body system is all messed up because they are intrinsically very unhappy and insecure. I thought that was worth noting.
I am also attempting to go vegetarian, something I’ve always weakly resolved to do but now know I have to do something about for the long-term, as advised by doctors. So am trying to do the gradual weaning off, by eating a lot more fish these days, and trying to fill up with greens though I’m not too crazy about being a cow. I am telling myself, maybe meaty meals just occasionally, like once a month. Yes, really.
Once I’m back on my feet, I will go back to the gym. I will spend more time with nature. I will write in my diary more often. I will talk to people I trust and not keep everything to myself. I will do a silent retreat this year with Sister Helen.
This is not about a hippy yuppie/alternative lifestyle I’m trying to adopt – but from the latest life lesson learnt – to take care of what has been given to me the best way I can.