One foot (ouch!) in Front of the Other (ouch!)


Dear Reader:

This is the third day in a row that I’ve spent on the couch! Despite my recent Lazy Post, this is not like me.

Last week on November 8, I tried to forget what happened last year on the same day. But, it was time to acknowledge that I’d coped with a difficult year by agreeing to a second glass of wine and a decadent dessert a few too many times! And, I have 5 pounds to show for it. I am somewhat comforted by the fact that I am in good company as both Stephen Colbert and Barbara Streisand have both blamed their weight gain on the POTUS.

Anniversaries can bring about reflection, and it came to me that we’ve (most likely) got another three years of this administration to suffer through. I may be able to accept a five-pound weight gain, but I’m not about to accept a twenty pound gain. So, I decided it was time to re-commit myself to my exercise routine …and to stop buying ice cream.

Next day,  I hit the gym. I hit the stair-climber; that was a mistake. I overdid it and spent Tuesday on the couch icing my overworked, arthritic left knee.

During my down-time, I took the opportunity to finally call the personal trainer my friend recommended many months ago. My goal is to improve myself, after all, not incapacitate myself!

“Don’t worry,” he assured me, “there are many things we can do without further straining your knee. I’ll meet you at the gym tomorrow.”

Next day, I woke feeling exhilarated with the Rocky theme song playing in my mind.  My knee was better after my day of rest and ice and elevation. I felt lighter and healthier, as a result, of simply making the right decision. I’d see the trainer in the afternoon and resolve to do better.

I began the day with a few errands and it was in the parking lot at the grocery store that I tripped and came crashing down. Hard. I had twisted my right ankle and scraped my left knee. I was lucky my husband was there to pick me up and get me home.  We applied an ice pack and I called the personal trainer to reschedule. And so I spent another day on the couch.

When I woke this morning, there were no theme songs playing in my mind. I knew I’d be spending the day on the couch…again. The dogs were happy enough, though. They spent the day draped all over me.

As they say though…one day at a time! And, one foot (ouch!) in front of the other (ouch)! I’ll let you know how it goes at the gym next week.


14 thoughts on “One foot (ouch!) in Front of the Other (ouch!)

  1. Oh my! I’m so sorry to hear the details of your injuries! I can so relate to falling off the exercise wagon!😱 I hope you’re recuperated soon and enjoy your new personal trainer.❤️

  2. I’m sorry to hear of your woes, Michele. I hope your ankle/foot is healing well. Sometimes a sprain or a strain can feel far worse than a clean break. Ice is good!

    As for the election, I remember that evening well. We offer our garage as a polling place whenever needed. It was Chris first time voting, and he got to do it in our home. The three of us that can vote, voted for Hillary. I woke up the next day feeling like someone had died.

    I’m taking heart in the Virginia and New Jersey results. It’s also good to see so many women stepping forward: to run for office, to support like-minded candidates and to expose the sexual harassers and predators for who they are.

    1. TY for reading, Alys. Of course it was Nat’s first vote, as well and she was so excited to vote for the first woman president! You’ll love this: day after I cancelled my appointment for a manicure and cleaned my garage…all day! It was pristine. Tom saw that as a silver lining…ha, ha!!! I’m watching Alabama…OMG!!!

      1. I’m all to familiar with cleaning and organizing therapy. It’s healthier than many of the alternatives. That said, I’d put up with a messy garage over 45 any day of the week. Sigh. And as an aside, can you believe our “little ones” are now voting age? It blows my mind.

      2. Yes, I’d sooner have a messy garage than POTUS! And, no, hard to believe they are voting adults!!!

      3. If Roy Moore is elected I’m pretty sure I’ll fall into another major funk. This political climate is horrific (for everything, except your garage). I’m all too familiar with cleaning to keep the demons at bay.

    1. Need another week or so…my lovely daughter is home from college for thanksgiving, and she’s been cooking for me and generally helping out her mom!

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