Today found me at the U for Doctor Day. My graph was so beautiful last time that it is a little hard on the heart. I gave it a good five blows but it could not be replicated today. The results were still respectable but not nearly as much fun. On a more positive note, I gained a little weight making me feel less guilty about my indulgent pattern of eating out this week.
I was reminded of the slide. I made a few fun choices this week. I decided to go visiting and missed a vest treatment. One out of 21 isn't bad but it is still one. I decided to play Bunco with my friends and skip a trip to the yoga studio. One trip doesn't seem like that much but my shoulders and my tendancy to fold myself into vest position can tell.
My doctor equates my situation with a duck floating by you. On the top of the water, everything looks great. If you looked under the water, you could see the duck paddling as fast as possible. It is a fair example. It is easy when you are feeling good to have a little fun and justify one vest treatment or trip to workout. However, you don't want to feel bad. On the other hand, you might argue that it isn't all in your control. However, if you get sick, you want to be able to say, "I did everything in my control."
A friend posted a quote today that sums it up, "If it's important to you, you'll find a way. If not, you'll find an excuse." So, I have the all clear to go visit Cinderella and her many friends. Although, I will be traveling with a few extra meds just to cover myself and make sure my good luck doesn't run out. I also intend to find a way to love my treadmill or find a friend who wants to walk with me.
On my return to water aerobics, I ran into my nurse in the pool. I took it as a sign from God. This is the same woman who drew my blood at the kitchen table and changed my dressing every week. She usually managed to arrive just after I took my daughter to preschool and leave before she got home again. So, I can take a gentle reminder. I get it. We don't want to slide.
Blessings,
Cindy
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