Saturday, February 16, 2019
Back in 2015 I was still obese and my PCP advised me to lose some weight else I was going to lose my feet. That was the last straw because I knew a man to whom that happened, so I decided I really needed to get serious about losing some grams. Towards that end some exercise was required, but I couldn't walk without a walker, so I joined a senior yoga class and took up dumbbells on my own. At the time, I couldn't stand up long enough to take a shower, so I devised some exercises which I could do lying on my back in bed. I started with three pounders - then five, then eight, and now ten. Monday last was my first day with the tens, so I guess I've graduated. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I do a mixture of yoga and pilates for about 45 minutes each day; Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday I do the dumbbell routine for about the same time. Sunday, tomorrow, is my day off. Almost four years of effort, but I believe I'm in better shape now than I've been in more than two decades. The wheelchair and walker are both retired, and I rarely use a cane any longer. I'm toying with the idea of trying for a 5K, but that will be a couple years in the future. Maybe in 2021 as I approach 90. We'll see.