11 years today I was just finishing my chemotherapy, having battled breastcancer. It was no easy year, but neither a terrible one. I enjoyed having loads of time for myself for the first time in my working years. I was confident to get better and I did.
I had been quite healthy even before the cancer. No overweight, relatively much physical activity (though besides doing yoga regularly no "real" sports). I had eaten quite well and my life was not that terribly stressfull.
So why the cancer? I never found a good reason. I didn't completely change my life, although I did learn to express my feelings somewhat better and I did return to sing in a choir. I am still a "flexitarian", enjoying a good piece of meat, cherishing my pasta, nurture my love of (only very dark) chocolate. But I am more into sports than earlier in my life.
Getting into sports - I do weekly personal training and kickbox-fitness - had less to do with the cancer, though, than with my 60th birth impending many years later. So three years ago I decided that I wanted to get "strong" before it was too late ... and that was the beginning of regular training.
And this training ist still hard. And I still have to battle low motivation. And I still get upset when my muscle percentage is down again and my bodyfat percentage up! And when I am not getting my 10,000 steps in every day.
So there's a lot to share on health ....
Beata, all-round encourager:: of art and artists of Nepal, of a preschool in Kathmandu, of the great work of encouragement based on Adlerian psychology and the Theo Schoenaker's concept!