Or, more accurately, my obsessive knitting has contributed to my current health woes. But that’s not a snappy title, is it?
If you’d asked me a month ago, I would’ve told you that knitting saved me – it’s helped with managing my anxiety, it helps me wind down at the end of a work day, and it keeps my brain healthy by nurturing my creative side. I would’ve sung it from the roof tops! And it’s still true, to an extent.
The problem with knitting is that it’s a ‘bum spreader’. You know, an activity that has you sitting for a long period of time. Kind of like all my other hobbies. And my job. So; my life.
So why am I bringing this up now?
Because I haven’t respected my body, and it’s telling me enough is enough.
I used to work hard to improve my fitness, and look after my body. I was never an athlete. I was never an exemplar of good health. But I tried. And, for some reason, I stopped.
So I’m starting back up again. Consciously. I’m making an effort.
I’m going to be a fitter knitter.