I think that my new nickname should be Human Barometer. It doesn’t matter how good I’m feeling or moving when the changes in barometric pressure are dramatic.
It always starts in my ankles. They feel a little tight, but not tight enough for a support or anything. I’ve I’d been training, I usually chalk it up to that. Then my knees get sore. That makes me check the weather a little more closely. If I see rain in the forecast, I know what is on the way and get out the turmeric and Aleve.
Once my hip and spine stiffen and go from an ache to throbbing pain, it’s on. So much on. Right now I’m typing this in a recliner with my back, neck, and head firmly against the back of the chair, legs raised in a partial recline. It’s the only comfortable position at the moment. My ribs, elbows, wrists, and shoulders are feeling it now, too. Tropical Storm Cindy is not heading my way (be safe, y’all), but I feel it anyway. Rain is coming ad we’ve had some here in Charleston since Sunday night’s thunderstorm.
Weather-related pain flare aside, I will get in some yoga today. It is International Yoga Day after all. I recognize my current limits and have a mix of workouts in my arsenal. I also know that I will always have a dog on my yoga mat if I step away. Flexibility training helps make these bad days easier and make good days better.
Between yoga and walking, I am getting stronger physically. It just doesn’t feel like it on days like this. I’m trying not to fall into the pit that seems to open up whenever a flare is extended. Spoonies, you get me, right?
Happy Wednesday, Happy Solstice, and Happy International Yoga Day! May it be amazing!
Yes, it’s a new month complete with a new tropical storm (hi, Bertha). Kids are heading back to school, tax-free shopping weekend sales are starting, and the thought of a quiet house between 8 and 3 pm is making parents giddy.
Sorry, kids. Well, no, not really.
To me, the start of a new month is time to reflect on the gains of the previous month and set new targets for the current month. Notice I said gains? It’s my way of focusing on the positive. In July I increased resistance, speed, and strength. I hit a smaller size. I wanted to shop for clothing instead of just grabbing whatever I thought would fit. It sunk in that I need to eat if I’m going to succeed. No more drastic cuts to calorie intake. For August I want to increase my aquatic therapy sessions. I want to wear a certain top and have it look good. I want to improve on July’s fitness targets. See, all positive and also realistic and attainable. It took years to fall apart and it takes time to fully recover, heal, and thrive.
What are your August targets? You can reach them. I’ll be right here, cheering you on.
So, what’s shaking? The same old thing here, but with a little more happy.
If it seems like I’m extra happy right now it’s because I am. I went to physical therapy as usual on Wednesday and was released as a pt client. That means I’ve improved enough that I can start the work on my own. While I plan to stay on as a wellness client (to use that fab Endless Pool), I’m also going to slowly get back to my old activity level. Part of my ramped up activity includes more low impact bodywork, including PiYo.
I’m sure you’ve heard of PiYo by now because it’s the newest Beachbody release from Chalene Johnson – love her! It’s a home version of the PiYo classes offered in clubs all over the place. I need low impact workouts like Pilates and yoga so that I don’t hurt myself or slow my recovery. As much as I love 21-Day Fix, even the modified movements are too much for me right now. I’ll go back to it when I get the all-clear to do so.
There’s no shame in admitting that you need a change and moving on. Never feel ashamed or let anyone tell you that you’re lazy because you recognize your limits and are working around them . Do not ignore them for the sake of proving you’re not lazy. It’s better to work harder and smarter than to go all out when you’re body is unable. Trust me, I fell into that trap and did much more harm than good.
Now back to my regularly scheduled message.
PiYo has a six days on, one off weekly schedule. Because I’m going to listen to my body, my plan is to start with three days of PiYo with one day of aquatic therapy each week. I’ll train for a day and take the following day off. On my rest days, I’ll still get in my usual five to ten minutes of gentle yoga and walking. My eating plan will stay about the same for now with one exception. Gluten has to go, doc’s orders.
So that’s what I’m up to. If you want to know more about PiYo, my eating plan (regular and cheat day), or how I modify fitness and eating plans to suit my needs, give me a shout. I’m on Facebook and all over social media. Just look for Sherrie Thompson or WAHMinSC. I’d love to hear from you.
Can you believe 2014 is already six months old? June is already 11 days old? Where did the time go? Are you on track? Anywhere close to where you wanted to be? I’ll admit it, I’m not. And I won’t let it throw me much. I’ll tweak my plans and go month to month.
My plan was in part inspired by a dream. I’ve been back and forth to the doc and specialists (yes, plural) trying to finally figure out what all ails me. It’s exhausting and frustrating and frightening if I K et my mind wander too much. More so if I consult Dr. Google instead of waiting to for a specific diagnosis. According to Google, cold symptoms could be anything from a cold to a rare syndrome that would put someone just outside death’s door. No one needs that kind of stress or fear without knowing what’s going on inside them.
So, back to this dream. Of course I dreamed about a doctor visit. I mean, it’s been at least 33% of my focus for a while now. So, I’m waiting for the doc to walk in, and it’s Kris Carr! You know, the woman behind Crazy, Sexy Cancer. Her.
I was so in awe and blown away. I think seeing her was a sign. Not that a cancer diagnosis is looming, but that I’m doing the right thing by following up with the docs and working on healing. Another round of physical therapy starts next today My diet is cleaning up and even more greens are coming in. My healthier cookbooks are my main kitchen inspiration and I’m eating to live.
I don’t want to just survive anymore. I want to thrive, glow, and kick ass.
So, what’s happening with you? Have any good dreams lately?
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.
This is me and I am not happy. While my body has a better shape than it did the last time I weighed this much, I am kicking myself for getting back to this weight. It’s past time to really get it into gear and get healthier.