The other day, I was sitting on top of the world. I was making progress in weight loss, making great progress in physical therapy and my old nimbleness (dare I say?) was beginning to return. I was actually able to get down on the floor to play with the dog who for months, managed to love me; without my showing playful love in return.
The doctor had said that it was alright for me to return to swimming laps as exercise. So, I went back to my second home, the water. Even though I swam only about 10 laps, I was proud of myself. At least that’s a start!
That evening we went to listen to a neighborhood concert under the stars. I could barely walk. What had happened that I was so good in the morning; and now, it was all I could do to walk the 10 steps from the car to our awaiting lawn chairs?
So, rather than spend the next few days building on my accomplishments, I’ve spent the past two days flat on my back; yes doing the exercises I know I should do, but watching the laundry pile up! I know it’s said that “dull women have immaculate homes” but I say, in the words of Erin Brockovitch, “WHO LIVES LIKE THIS?”
So it goes, that I feel like the progress I was making is now a thing of the past; or is it. Only time will tell. I try not to succumb to the hazards of immobility, by getting out of bed periodically and I do back exercises every few hours, but I’m down. I WAS ON SUCH A ROLLHits : 443