For the last year or so, I’ve loathed my body. This incredible shell keeps me moving and alive and able to read books, yet I hated it. None of my clothes were fitting anymore. I felt like garbage all the time. I made constant excuses for why I couldn’t join classes or follow exercise videos on my own. My back! Those metal rods aligning my spine! I simply can’t do these movements! Bullshit. I just didn’t want to do it. Duh.
On a whim, after hearing my pal Katie talk about how much she loves it, I went to a kickboxing class. Because why not go from 0 to eXtReMe WoRkOuT? I’ve gone to four classes and I am SO into it. I am very terrible at it and have no idea what I’m doing most the time, but that doesn’t matter right now. It just matters that I’m doing it.
I’ve watched friends find their exercise jams—hot yoga and rock climbing and power lifting, oh my—and I always thought I just wasn’t one of those people. But I think this is my exercise jam. When I come home, I’m bouncing off the walls with energy I didn’t realize could exist in my body.
Funny, minor injuries I’ve endured in my first two weeks of kickboxing:
Sore wrist from improper form (careful with the upper cuts, y’all)
Stubbed toe (I fell out of a stretch and into the splits and couldn’t get up)
Every muscle in my entire body is screaming
I think I pulled my spleen or something, idk, I know that’s not possible, but SOMETHING in my abdomen HURTS
Stupid injuries aside, I’m having a blast. I can’t stop thinking (or talking) about how much I love it. And I’m beginning to appreciate my body and all the new things I’m finding out it can do.
I hope you find something new to love this month.
What I read
The Crying Book by Heather Christle: This book, y’all. Heather Christle weaves together these perfect vignettes on crying—from the science of it to Amazon reviews of crying baby dolls—with her own days in the wake of her friend’s death by suicide and the birth of her first child. It’s beautiful and oh so very wise.
“But it is dangerous to always think one thing is another, every event a metaphor for another, each life and death a reiteration of the ones that came before.”
—Heather Christle, The Crying Book
10 Blind Dates by Ashley Elston: If you need a big, warm hug of a young adult romance this month, 10 Blind Dates is it. Sophie and her long-term boyfriend break up right before Christmas, and her giant extended family sets her up on 10 blind dates for each day of the holiday break to get her mind off the ex. Some are goofy, some are great, and the whole thing is overwhelmingly cute.
How We Fight For Our Lives by Saeed Jones: I got an early audiobook copy of this from Libro.FM, and I highly recommend the audio version. Saeed reads his raw memoir about being a young Black gay man in the South. It is stunning.
What I wrote
I tried to do that whole NaNoWriMo thing, but just for my normal writing. It was…fine? I wrote 10,000~ words between all my hustles, which sounds pretty a-okay to me.
The published stuff is all on Book Riot: How to Remove Stickers from Books, a.k.a. the most important investigation/experiment I’ve ever conducted; 10 of the Best Nonfiction Comics on Hoopla, because I love Hoopla and I love nonfiction comics; and 50+ DIY Harry Potter crafts, which has destroyed my Pinterest.