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 My blog was filled up. I'm too lazy to clean it out. So I started a new one. |
| When I started the rehab program, it was scary. I thought it was too soon after surgery. But I soon learned that I was safe. The staff wasn't going to push me past what I was able. I felt self-conscious about my lack of speed and my ordinary clothes. It looked like a gym, and some of the patients looked like athletes. Now I am approaching the end of my program and it feels like it has flown by. I know I am stronger and have more endurance. I'm faster according to the tests. There is still so much to accomplish. But I've taken the baby steps. When I'm done, I'll take some more baby steps. On the nutrition side of things, I've learned that fast food places are the devil's playground. I can't walk down the frozen food aisle in the store because that's where the highly processed foods are. I have always preferred fresh produce to frozen, so that will continue. I just have to do more greens more often. I will miss my pot pies and the occasional prepared meal. I've swapped some old bad habits for some new bad habits. A loaf of bread would stay in my house until it was stale or moldy. Now I am only buying sourdough or whole grain bread, and I like them too much. I've also discovered natural peanut butter, no sugar or salt or oils added. You have to refrigerate it once you stir it up. So now I consume too much of that in place of cookies and potatoes, etc. You can't accomplish it all in a short time. Baby steps. Just baby steps. If I want better quality of what remains of my life, I need those baby steps. |
| Like housework, yard work is never done. If you pull up the weeds by the roots, they will grow back. No matter how you cut the grass, you will need to do it again soon, like cutting your hair. It always comes back. Yard work can become an obsession. Once I get started, I want to keep going, until I'm cut up and bleeding (I'm on blood thinner and like a lot of older people, have thin skin) or have too many bug bites. Then there's days like today, when I just can't make myself go out there and do anything. I have a fried, 80 years old, who loves pulling weeds. Her vision of Heaven has a little plot of weeds that she can weed every day. She talks to herself and to God while she's on her knees. She lives in a very classy, upscale neighborhood, and likes to brag that she's the last person in there doing her own yard work. Believe me, if I had the money, I would have someone else prune my hedges, cut the grass, cut down all the unwanted vines and ivy. and haul away the brush. As for housework, I've decided I can live with dust. As long as the laundry is done, the bed is made and the toilet and sinks are clean, I'm okay. I will never be labeled a good housekeeper. But that outdoor stuff weighs on my mind. I dream of getting my patio redone (weeds between stones) and having some trees trimmed or removed. I shopped for tools today, but didn't get any. I'm on a budget. I will have to get by with what I can. |
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