Jess is back with a blog on the perils of a New Year and those pesky resolutions...
Well I made it through the silly season and I hope you all did too. Now we face another New Year and I’m not sure about you but I feel totally exhausted.
I have never been one for resolutions: they sound far too similar to ‘goals’ or ‘plans’ which I have always had a deep suspicion. Don’t get me wrong I am all for self improvement, be it signing up for a fitness group, agreeing to ‘Dry January’ or deciding to eat less red meat. What I object to is putting these things in any sort of list and calling them, Resolutions.
The added strain placed on the disabled community to fulfil any of these resolutions is obvious; not only is it harder to access an inclusive gym but when we’ve found one there is little guarantee that we will feel fit enough to get there each week. Just getting there can be an energy zapping experience. When you do reach your destination it is often the case that you are met with sub standard equipment, I try to swim each week, and after a year of complaining, still have to change each week on the toilet, as there are no grab rails.
Yet we are told that exercise offers many benefits; from improved sleep to better mental health. What really concerns me is the general advice I read in magazines that lets people know how dangerous sitting is. Whilst certain this advice is not aimed at those who can only sit, it is a bit disconcerting to learn how bad it is for you. I came across an article recently which claimed you live longer if you avoid sitting!
Another benefit of joining a group (and there are good ones-honestly) is the social interaction side of things. Again, joining a group is not always as straightforward when you have a disability. The local poetry group was never able to include me as they met in a building up five steps. I do however, attend a weekly pub quiz, at my local, really accessible pub, now that I wouldn’t mind making a resolution of!