Polly Vernon Does 'Mind' - part 3
Some months into my Headspace ‘journey’ and in the spirit of sorting out the long-term, low-grade, anxious-making shizzle which has stalked my body and brain for most of my adult life, I joined a Pilates group.
My back has been bothering me for years; something to do with it being a really bad idea for human kind to spend its life crouched over a Mac and crying softly into a keyboard, when it was physically designed to run and hunt and hide and stuff. I’d been told, repeatedly, by friends and physios and anyone even vaguely interested, that Pilates would help; I’d ignored them, because who in their right mind wants to do something which would be good for them, when they can instead carry on suffering a little and moaning lots and mainlining ibuprofen knowing it’s all only going to get worse?
Until, that is, you start meditating a bit, at which point, doing things that might make you feel better, as opposed to doing things that’ll make you feel sad, hung over, vaguely depressed and a bit sick because you ate all the chocolate in one sitting, start seeming sort of sensible.
Read the final part of Polly's first blog on Monday.