Pushing Every Limit...what Else??
Monday, October 10, 2011
No dramatic assertions of commitment.
Just taking it one day; one decision at a time.
Last Friday, I was supposed to have a volunteer crew here to help me move back into our post - flooded basement...The repairs are finally done (for the most part). However, pneumonia struck the family heading up the crew and consequently, No one showed up.
I'd had it.
This was the third delay. And they couldn't come back for another week.
So I took matters into my own hands. I began to wash and dust and clean up the mess left by the workmen. Then, the heck with it...Out to the garage where I began item by item to lug things back into place.
After about an hour and a half of this , I realized no way in heck was I going to to be able to do all of this on my own...So I called on my faithful, always-there-in-a-pinch friend, Becky. ONly to find that she was mere hours away from a trip to Indiana to see family. None-the-less, she came over and pitched right in. The two of us sweaty and panting...we lugged item after item. Until there was nothing left that we could move on "girl-power."
So what's a girl to do? She calls on Daddy.
Yeah , so what if my Dad is 72...he's still my hero and a heck of a lot stronger than I am. Besides, he has a pickup truck and we had an impressive pile of stuff to go to the dump. So yeah...Dad hopped in his truck...drove the 45 minutes from his home in NJ to my home in PA and began to haul. (Becky had to finally leave...What a great friend...I'm so blessed!)
Dad lugged and lugged,...I continued my small potatoes lugging, by now completely drained and exhausted. I was exhausted, beYOND exhausted. I couldn't see; couldn't think...just was FOCUSED on getting 'er done....
So finally, both of us stopped when all that was left was two cabinets full of stuff which would have required two strong men...not my dad and I. ...and some stuff of my husband's...(let him move his OWN stuff!)....I said good bye to Dad...crawled up the stairs...
Considered the shower...God knows, I needed one. But no...no way...I was too beat. Considered pjs...but heck that would have required more strength than I had. I dropped onto my bed, and passed out into a sleep so deep I didn't stir for another 16 hours.
I KNOW I'm gonna get yelled at by y'all for doing all of that.
but hey, sometimes ya gotta do what ya gottta do.
I'm pretty freakin' proud of myself, actually.
And yeah, there was a price to pay...and I 'm still paying it...but it was worth it.
My gym/workout area/bedroom is once more in business.
I tried it out this morning.
My body was hesitant...so SO not used to carrying the weight i am carrying now (post steroid taper x2)...not and MOVING anyway. But I made it move...I warmed up with a chair yoga video and then moved on to Coach Nicole's 10 Minute Cardio Blast DVD...(which I won on the Spark Bonus wheel...thank you SparkPeople!)...I made it through the warmup and the ten minute first segment. And that was it.
I swore it was a 30 minute workout and SO wanted to smack her when she informed me I'd just completed the first ten minute segment....ARGHHH.
Now if only I can not stuff my face today.
I've been so grossed out by my weight...that I've been eating JUST TO MAKE MYSELF FEEL BADLY.
And you know what?
I feel awful about myself.
But have decided to make one decision..one choice at a time...
Back to health.