Posts Tagged: exercise

So this is how it starts.

I’m slightly ashamed to admit that I have spent about six hours on a site called Thrive Forward. It’s the brainchild of Brendan Brazier, an ultra-athlete and author from Canada (he’s like Jillian Michaels… but with a penis and less menacing), and on it he posts videos of himself walking through farmers markets, running on sandy beaches, and doing various weight training … all while talking about nutrition. I follow Jenny Hadfield (who runners know as Coach Jenny) on Twitter, and she posted a link to this site the other day. The video was about clean eating, and it was… I’m not done yet.

RAWR. Grumble. sigh.

So. I went to a vascular specialist today who thinks that, again, my leg issue is compartment syndrome. Let’s look at the recap of this, which would probably be easier to explain via flowchart, but I’m not gonna make one of those. So we have the running pain, which led to the PT/injury screen visit, which led to no running, which led to the first mention of compartment syndrome, which led to my doctor visit, who said it wasn’t compartment syndrome, just lymphedema. GOOD OL’ LYMPHEDEMA. But I – because in my spare time, I’m also a doctor – refused… I’m not done yet.

the blob.

Time for a health update! The good: blood tests from a week ago came back normal (of course). Have an appointment this Thursday with a vascular specialist, and an appointment next Thursday with a rehab/PT place. The bad: foot is intermittently cold and/or numb. Leg still swollen. The ugly: I totally ate oreos and cheetos today for an afternoon snack all the way through dinner. I look like a blob. I feel like a blob. THE BLOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBB. I did about 10 minutes of light walking. I did about 120 minutes of suffering through the first four measures of a song…. I’m not done yet.

Triple Good

Today, my piano got set up! And it is beautiful! And I played it! And it’s beautiful! Today, I emptied out a bin of dishes that has been sitting in the kitchen since I moved in! And they’re in the dishwasher! And then I can put them away so that they’re not in a bin anymore wrapped in newspaper! And today, I also decided to make a list of intentions to take care of myself. I haven’t been feeling great, and exercise makes me sad, and not exercising makes me sadder. I’m not entirely wallowing, but I’m… mini-wallowing. So I’m… I’m not done yet.

Frustration: A Lament.

When I was around 8, I was in a play with my dad. He was part of Winnetka’s community theatre, and he played a cop in a production called “ER.” This was before the TV show, but I did like to tell people that the show was based off of our play. I had one line in this production. The woman who played my sister came in to the ER – and it turned out (SHOCKER!) that she was pregnant. When she delivered, I got to stand on a chair and scream, “PUSH! PUSH! PUSH!” ¬†at her and that was… I’m not done yet.