This whole weight loss – getting healthy – aging thing ain’t for sissies. That much I know. Other thing I’ve learned is:
Exercise is medicine.
I’m not sure why it’s taking me 56 years to get that – but I’m just getting it. It doesn’t mean I love it but I do like the benefits of it.
I was able to purchase a new piece of exercise equipment. In the past the majority of my exercise equipment has turned into very expensive clothes hangers or valets. I’m to the point that walking any long distance is extraordinarily painful. I pay for days and days when I walk too far. My joints just won’t take it. However I found a recumbent elliptical cross trainer that is pretty darn sweet.
When I first began contemplating exercise I was terrified that I wouldn’t be able to do it and I would disable myself more. Unbelievably ridiculous if you ask me.
Finally the day came that my ECT arrived. Once it it was set up and I had some privacy I sat down on this scary piece of equipment waiting for it to groan under my weight but it did not. It held me fine. I began slowly but surely exercising and you know, it wasn’t bad. Of course the first time I did this I wasn’t able to exercise for very long but I was actually moving my body which was pretty emotional for me.
(minus the little old man)
I’ve had this bad ass girl for about 14 days and I’ve been on her probably 12 out of the 14 days and I’m up to 30 minute intervals now.
But the reason that exercise is medicine is I am having a sense of well-being and I’m not as sore, my joints aren’t as on fire as they happen and I have more stamina and energy.
So there you have it. 🙂 Let’s see where she’ll take us.