Tuesday, September 23, 2008
I had decided to write a blog called Motivation over the weekend. I was planning to explain why I am not needing motivational support from Spark Members. Both my parents have/had heart conditions and we are talking a lot of medicines that I am choosing not to put into my body if I am able to prevent it.
I have 2 sisters older than me, one quite heavy, the other slim. Both have assorted medical problems, some from stress. If losing this weight can prevent some of the family health problems I am all for it. If walking will help my heart, I will become a "walking fool."
Then I got an email from a spark-buddy, my first here, asking how I am. My reply to her is the blog you will read below if you choose to.
Good Morning Marty,
It is 5am and here I sit on my balance ball typing at Spark People, lol.
I moved my dad out to my place (his own brand new mobile home on my property) when he stopped eating in November last year. Well, finally he decided why not rent the house? On my part because it was still so full of stuff. Well, we got it all down to one room and I still have about 3-4 truckloads left to haul so yesterday I just wore myself out somehow. I think maybe stress now that we are so near the end. That is how my body handles things - I don't fall apart until the end of a job like this. I was in bed at 7:30 last night, just couldn't keep my eyes open and I hurt everywhere like an elephant had been tap dancing on my body.
But this morning here is an email from you asking how I am. Sometimes it is just nice to be able to tell someone how I feel so I thank you most heartily!
I am really glad you are almost 100% and your weight just keeps coming down! Walking 45 minutes daily is awesome! " I couldn't be happier for you if I was twins."
I have discovered my walking is therapeutic! I have become compulsive about getting it all in first thing in the morning but while my feet are moving so is my brain. I just feel so cleansed when I get back to the house, and yes, exhausted too!
My walking buddy had cancer of the appendix, very very rare. She will be undergoing Chemo therapy every other week, 2 days a week. Very intensive for a minimum of 6 months and possibly a full year. We don't know how her body will react since she only starts this week if her blood is ok. I can't tell you how thankful I am that she is still here. Her appendix ruptured and the amount of scraping that had to be done! Plus she didn't know she had appendicitis, she thought it was a kidney stone.
Cathy is the best friend I have ever had in my entire life of 56 years. She moved across the street about 5 years ago but we bonded after Hurricane Katrina and we lean on each other when needed. She is out of the Navy on disability for Rheumatoid Arthritis and begged everyone in her family to walk with her but no one would. One day she just dropped her garden things and fell into step behind Ray & I on our walk. She told us that she needed to walk but wasn't able to make herself do it on her own and that even if she couldn't walk with us we couldn't stop her from walking behind us. Well, my Ray is really something special and from that day forward he gave up walking with me so that I could become Cathy's walking buddy. She was only able to walk about 1/2 mile but I managed to spur her on to almost 2 miles daily. Her doctors were so impressed and told her she needed to keep walking. Now she was told that it was the walking that got her through 3 surgeries within the past 3 months and told her that if she continues to walk to the best of her ability her body will get through this intensive chemo better.
I'm sitting here with tears forming because it is such a blessing for me to be able to do this with her. She has really thrown herself into our walks and managed 4 miles the other day at my pace of 3 MPH. I have told her I will walk with her daily no matter the distance or speed just so she gets in some walking whenever she can. Even if it is only to her mailbox. God really blessed me when Cathy moved across the street.
I am crying now so I am going to end here. Marty, I hope you don't mind but I think I am going to use this email as a Blog. It is the best example of motivation I can think of.
My chosen image is my dad sitting on his new front porch with a local stray (someone actually dumped her out a year ago!) he befriended and finally adopted. They are God's gift to each other.