Its late Sunday morning & I’m feeling better (mentally and physically) than I have in a few days. My cats are happy that we’re home and my dog was so excited to see me at the doggie daycare. He’s funny. He’s always excited when I pick him up- even if I only drop him for a few hours. But this morning, he gave me a loud vocal complaint, along with his usual excited silliness- it sounded something like, “It’s about time you came for me, MOM!”
Now he’s happily lounging on the couch 😍
We drove home yesterday and my biggest body complaint has been pain in the back of my legs/knees. It makes it super hard to get up or sit down. Once I start walking, they loosen up, but I literally look like a bow legged tin man when trying to go from sitting to moving.
So I’ve been trying to stretch my legs throughout the day, and it’s been helping a little. But I had a good idea on the way home to try to get in a peloton workout before bed.
I wasn’t even sure if I would be able to do it without hurting myself more, but I tried a 10 minute workout and was able to complete it 👊🏻💪🏻 (Candence never went say, above a 40, but I was still ecstatic). And my legs felt a little looser 👏🏼👏🏼
The only hiccup is that I have an foot insert that I need to use sometimes- other times it hurts to use it- my darn feet are SO finicky!! Well I used it and felt my foot hurting midway through my ride. I wasn’t going to stop a 10 minute ride to take it out so I just worked through it. A little while after the ride, I noticed that my ankle had swollen into a giant cankle. I didn’t panic, put my compression sock on and vowed to never make that mistake again.
Today I woke up happy that my legs/knees were less stiff. After getting my dog and having some coffee, I did a 20 minute ride (stats were so much better than yesterday- and I was able to keep up with instructor for most of it 💪🏻) without the insert. It felt good! And walking up and down the stairs was so much easier afterwards.
The importance of movement was never forgotten, but this experience has solidified it in stone. I’ve known for awhile the importance of it for my mental health, but this put it in a new perspective.
Something else has been on my mind; the idea that my body issues have less to do with the food and medicines I’m taking and more to do with my beliefs, inner pain and resistance.
On what would be the last day of the Heavy Metal Detox Cleanse (for right now), I was talking to my sister- and I asked her if she had talked to our dad.
“No, not yet. I plan to call him today- but going to wait a bit. He’s usually cranky in the morning because his hands hurt when he wakes up.”
It was so familiar- and icky to hear! It was so discouraging, because while I could relate to the pain, my lifestyle is so much different than his and it just didn’t add up.
For example, he drinks, smokes and has such a poor standard american diet (SAD, I know 😂), that he truly believes that a quaker granola bar is a healthy snack.
He listens to his doctors, and asks no questions about treatment. He’s on prescribed pain medication, and a slew of others- and truly believes they help him- or that he needs them (and maybe he does- who am I to judge?). I could never see him paying out of pocket for alternative health care, or to see someone who is holistic- he believes that he has fine medical care that his (pristine) health insurance pays for.
Movement is about the only thing that we do have in common (he keeps himself busy with constant home projects & walks on the treadmill whenever he is strong enough).
It feels great to be home. It feels weird to anticipate going to work tomorrow- especially knowing that I’m brand new. Wish me luck please, I hope the week isn’t long, I like my new coworkers & that my body cooperates 🙏🏻