Sometimes it is just physically moving my body that gets me through the day.  Even when I don’t necessarily feel like getting up and walking, I do it anyway.  It’s like I can’t help it.  Luckily, it is such an ingrained habit, that I really don’t have to think about it.   And these days it is even more important than ever.  I have been feeling ‘off’ the last week or so.  I attribute this to the fact that the third anniversary of my attack is coming up.  And, possibly, because a friend of mine came very close to dying,  Actually, she did die, and was resuscitated.  This brings up such dark, negative, sad feelings.  I don’t want to feel them, and yet, here they are.  That’s why it is so vital that I move my body, even when I don’t want to.  On some level, heck, every level, it is helping with my state of mind.  I feel certain that I will get through this as long as I keep moving.

And keep in mind: