Tuesday, March 08, 2011
In a million years, I would never have imagined that I would miss exercise. Having spent the better part of the first 45 years of my life as the proverbial couch potato, I could never have dreamed that at some point if I were told that I could NOT exercise I would miss it. But here I am. I have still not gotten clearance from the spine specialist to do any sort of exercise but walking (slowly, mind you!) My muscles are losing their tone, and menopausal gravity is taking a real toll on my shape! I hate when my pants "hug" me too much! Not all that many pounds, but some serious shifting is taking place. I'm trying to be a good patient, because in the fall before I knew that I had actually ruptured my disc, I just kept on going, and before long everything between my leg and my neck was out of whack as my whole body tried to compensate. So I am listening, and obeying, and doing nothing but my stretches. And miraculously, I am missing the exercise. More than the way my clothes fit, I miss the way exercise made me feel...more energy, more positive, more sleep!
A good lesson learned, overall, I suppose. Now I just have to exercise some patience!