Exercise, how I both hate and love thee. I know I need you, but some days you hurt me so much I’m not sure if I’ll ever let you back in. But I do, and I don’t regret it.
Nope, I am not fond of that word, ‘exercise.’ It is, however, a necessary evil. When I say it’s time for exercise, I groan, grumble, and try to think of 100 other things I also need to do. But when I say I’m going dancing or to walk, I don’t see it as exercise and enjoy it. Finding an activity that inspires me is key to getting me up and moving.
I love karate and obtained my yellow belt 14 years ago. Since my accident, I dream about getting back into a dojo and throw a little kickboxing in when my body can take it. I decided to check out Tai Chi and Qigong as alternatives to karate that my crumbling spine and crotchety hips can take. They feel awesome and I burn a decent amount of calories in 30 minutes. It might be slow and steady, but it feel like much more. I feel energized and strong, and those feelings carry me through the day.
How do you exercise?
Short and sweet since the school session started with a vengeance.
The scale is moving down! My pants are falling off. I’m happy, have more energy, and eating better than I have in a long time. Yes, I’m cooking more, but I’m still cooking ahead so it’s easier to grab and go.
Longer posts are coming.
Bye for now.
In may case, it was a popping followed by searing, shooting pain. I’m sitting back with an ice pack, counting the minutes until hubs returns home so I can hit the spot with Arnica. Yes, it’s my back again. Spasm central. It makes me wonder if I’m cursed or not.
What kills me is how it came about. We took down the tree, cleaned a bit, and moved the hutch base without issue. The second I reach a few inches for a piece of paper, pop, shoot, sear, scream.
I will not let this keep me down! I will not eat the pain away. I will not drink the pain away. I will meditate, medicate when necessary, and heal. I still want to walk that bridge and will. I have plenty of time until the race (and before the participant cap is met). If I have to walk after the race, so be it. It does not mean I failed. It means I’m being smart and realistic about recovery.
Now off I go. Peace.