Well it’s the 29th August 2016. Bank holiday Monday. Instead of dancing, looking at spectacular costumes, eating delicious food from around the world and having a great time at the Notting Hill Carnival, I am stuck at home.
And I only have myself to blame.
Notting Hill Carnival is one of the events that I most look forward to in the whole year and I cheated myself out of going.
I returned from a lovely but physically tiring city 4-night break to Paris on Saturday. It was absolutely lovely, and the weather was super hot – an average of 35°C! I visited many places, but all the walking (at least 5 miles a day, including getting lost, and in the wrong footwear) took its toll on my poor feet. The pain in my feet at the end of the first day in the city of love was nothing more than a dull ache which progressed in intensity. My trip to Versailles which I was excited about for ages became agony. The long walk from the train station to the palace, walking over uneven cobbles and exploring the gardens by foot made the pain in the soles of my feet more intense and insistent. But did I listen?
Of course not! I tried to block out the pain instead, which was successful for the most part.
Mind over matter.
Walking over flat(ish) surfaces outside was bad enough but the constant climbing up and down staircases in the metro and train stations was too much.
It was torture getting up on my last day in Paris, and not because I wanted to stay in that romantic city. I couldn’t put any weight on my feet without them aching, but I persevered. I had to! The next day was Carnival Sunday, which made leaving Paris all the more bearable. And I had to be fit enough for that.
By carnival Sunday, the soles of my feet were on fire, sore, bruised and swollen. They did not want me to go anywhere. I ignored the pain determined to win this now daily battle and soak up the party atmosphere.
Until the day I lost.
I knew I was in trouble from the moment I woke up. My feet weren’t interested in persevering for just one more day of festivities. They weren’t having any of it! They were protesting and the screams were too loud for me not to hear. My feet had put their foot down and as a result, I have had to have my feet up for the whole day, trying not to put any weight on them. Due to my own stupidity, self-neglect and self-denial, I have been reduced to imagining what today’s Carnival was like, rather than experiencing it first-hand for myself. And I will probably be in this self-inflicted situation for a few days (hopefully not weeks!) until they heal from the damage I have done to them.
Your body is a precious and prized vessel housing your soul until your death. And you only have one body in a lifetime.
Pay attention to what your body is trying to tell you.
- Are you constantly burning both ends of the candle? Get more sleep!
- Are you exercising or physically working out excessively? Reduce your sessions!
- Are you not doing enough physical activity? Do more!
- Is your diet bad? Eat healthily!
- Are you overloaded with toxins? Detox!
Ignore the warning signs at your peril. If you do not treat your body with the care and attention it deserves and refuse to listen to it, it will only be a matter of time before it forces you to take notice.
Your ill treatment of yourself will eventually catch up with you and it won’t be pretty.
At the end of the day, prevention is far better than the inconvenience of finding a cure.
Pay attention to what your body is saying and live a happy and healthy life!
Credits: Original Picture by GraphicStock
Latest posts by Nadine Grandison-Mills (see all)
- STORY CORNER: DIARY OF AN ABUSED LOVER (CHAPTER 32) - April 17, 2017
- DITCH PEOPLE WHO WASTE YOUR TIME!! (VIDEO) - April 13, 2017
- WHAT IS IT LIKE HAVING A BIRTHMARK ON YOUR FACE??? (VIDEO) - April 6, 2017