... a day makes. Seriously!
Over on my Facebook "Timeline", I was grumbling over how nasty I felt yesterday. No joke. All I did was the first mile of Leslie Sansone's "
Walk Away the Pounds: Walk at Home 5 mile" DVD. I was huffing and puffing, sweating far too much, and felt like maybe I had strained my right ankle quite a bit. Poor ankle. It's not it's fault that it has to haul around all of .. this. *waves hand over self* Yup. I'm sorry, all of you joints. It just hasn't been fair of me, doing this to you. I'm trying to rectify it though.
Anyway, let me just put away the slightly scary 'talking to myself' thing, and get back to talking to you, somewhere out in the internet. (Ok, probably still talking to myself, but let me pretend....)
I wiped the toddler fingerprints off of my DVD, since a boy figured out how to get into the player. I had thought to do any number of other things that I needed to get done, and then realized that I was doing that thing again. Oh, the "but I've got a million and one things to do" that aren't
take care of yourself. Realizing that I was in danger of doing that dreaded thing, I hurriedly popped in that DVD and got to getting my sweat on while there aren't any babies to trip over.
I feel so much better today. It's so goofy. You wouldn't think that one day would make any difference, but I can tell that it has made a difference for me. That's not to say that everything is wonderful and birds are chirping around my head. I still got a big sweaty, and since I was flinging my arms around like a wild thing, I did still huff and puff a little bit. See, on this particular video, there is a section of the 1 mile where you're supposed to jog and kick at the same time. Ever seen an elephant jump? Probably not, eh? Yeah.... it's not happening here, either. I can jog a little bit, carefully. I can't be kicking and jogging at the same time, because I still need to function for the rest of the day. My joints are already tortured, and I'm damaged in ways that losing weight won't fix. (The bones in my legs are crooked, and my knees are totally whack. There is no fixing it, aside from some terribly painful surgeries that might not work anyway. No, thank you.)
Since my ankle hurt so much yesterday, I decided on more exercise, hauling around toddlers and pushing their mega-stroller up and down ramps all over the big mall last night. I probably got more exercise than doing the DVD earlier that morning. lol I dragged all three of the kiddos into the shoe store with me, the one that sells the actual name-brand running shoes, and all of that jazz. I love Payless for general 'putz around the house' shoes, but I need to have GOOD shoes to exercise in, because of my joint problems. Still, I ended up getting a pair of shoes that were from a brand that I didn't recognize, for the first time in my adult years. We'll see how these Ryka shoes work out. I normally buy Adidas, because they have been kind to me over the years. However, the only Adidas that were anywhere near my budget were.... loud. (I had to explain that concept to my 10 year old daughter. ) Just because I was born in the 80's, it doesn't mean that I want to wear them on my feet. I'm in my early 30's, and I really don't need shoes that basically glow in the dark, or cause me to desire a torn sweatshirt falling off of one shoulder. I don't mind the layered slouch socks, but that is neither here nor there.
The scary thing is that I've found that my feet have gotten huge. I guess it makes sense though. You don't see elephants on little bitty toesies. Nope. They've got big squishy feet to handle all of that body. Well, now I have my big squishy feet too. My first pair of Adidas were a size 9. After years of making babies, and particularly after carrying the twins, I am now solidly in a size 10 in both my boots and athletic shoes.
While I was walking, jogging, and kicking my feet all around, I noticed that my hips feel a little less wobbly. I suspect that it is simply that the muscles have had to wake up, to move all of me. Since they are awake and actually being used, I can feel a slight difference in the jiggliness of them. That's pretty cool. Oh, it is just the smallest thing, but I'll take it. Also, since I wore my new shoes while exercising, my ankle isn't hurting like it was yesterday. It is still just a touch sore, because I had strained it quite a bit, but it is far better than it was. Yay! :) Again, a small victory, but a victory none-the-less. I'll take it.
I am trying very hard to slowly build up the wall in my thinking again, the one that has crumbled over the past 3 years. (I can't believe it has been that long!) I went through the stages of :
1. Bed-rest. Don't move, lest the babies fall out
2. Can't move, because my belly is wreaked and my guts might fall out and
3. Would like to move, but don't know how, because I'm all hurting and ochies. I'm ready to move into the next stage...
I can move, because I need to move. I will move, because every extra bit helps. Exercise = Physical Therapy
That is me. I'm not working on my diet right now, because it isn't nearly as important as learning how to move again. I feel like a person who has lost a leg or two, and is standing at the bars and trying to figure out how to walk on new, borrowed legs. I'm as wobbly as a newborn foal, and I'm more likely to fall down than run. I know that from time to time, I AM going to fall down, and fall "off the wagon". There are going to be days when I make the wrong choice. Still, if I can just make these small bouts of exercise a habit, so that it just because as natural as reaching for my glasses in the morning, all the rest will sort itself out.
So, here we go. It's physical therapy time. I am going to come here frequently and jot down some goals for myself. It's not a pass or fail test, but just a way for me to see if I am making any kind of forward progress, or if I need to find a friend to help and encourage me past my bumps in the road.
Ok, anyway.... for this week, I've gotten two miles of the walk/jog thing in.
Here is my goal, to finish out the rest of the week:
Before sundown on Friday, I would like to log in another two miles.
That will make four miles for the week, which I think is a good, fine start for a gal with as many aches and pains as I'm working through. I won't be exercising at all from sundown on Friday, until sundown on Saturday. On Sunday, I can come back here and lay out my new goals for the next week, along with what good thing I've decided to do for myself on that day.