Things Ain't Like They Used To Be

Almost six weeks ago, I fractured my fibula. It was a clean break above my ankle (as a youth group helper pointed out, that's where your fibula is). It has limited my movement and hampered my ability to do things. I can't drive because its my right leg. Going up and down stairs is a challenge. Carrying packages-even a purse and my briefcase-knocks me off balance. My boot, in which my foot has been enshrined, weighs 12 pounds. It is 1 1/2 inches off the ground. I have one pair of shoes that are an equal heel height.
It's been a long journey.
No yoga for six weeks. I'm just starting to attempt chair yoga because my body is craving it. The good news is despite inactivity, I haven't gained any weight. The bad news is due to my
inactivity I haven't lost any weight.
I did get a little bike like thing that I can pedal in my chair. The disturbing thing is how much I've lost from not exercising for the last six weeks.
I was out of breath "cycling" for six minutes. Six minutes. It was sad and pathetic. I have to go back to 3 lb weights. I can do a crunch. Singular.
I'm not happy about it.
I'm still coming back from 2 surgeries, a devastating loss and clawing my way out of the pit. It's not easy, and I've backslid more than I've climbed. There are so many emotional reasons why I remain stuck in this. Its not an excuse, it's just a statement of fact. Recovery is hard. I struggle with making healthy food choices. Even harder is the quantity that I eat. I don't drink enough water. I don't exercise enough. I don't get enough rest. I am nutrient poor. I'm constantly on edge. My stress level is. perpetually on about 11.
It is, and it's up to me to change. Things ain't like they used to be.

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