
It is easy for me to forget just how far I've come. This weekend I re-read my surgery journal and was reminded of those early days of not being able to even roll over or lift my head. I needed help for everything. I needed to be reminded of this because I easily get bummed that I have little energy, endurance or muscle strength.
Last week I worked on the exercise bike and lifting some hand weights. The limit on the bike is to be 20 minutes and only 3-4x week. I did it on Thursday and it is now Monday and my quads still are screaming. I had no idea that I would have to start over completely. I am to lift weights for my upper body. Guess what my limit is -- a salt box.... thus the photo.
So much of long surgery and slow rehab has been a mystery to me. I am 2 months post op and I foolishly thought I'd be back to my normal strength and energy. Not even close! I'm learning to look at the week and make choices of how much I can do. Going to the grocery store is a big deal. Yesterday I went and wouldn't you know one the objects I wanted was on the bottom shelf. My flexibility is sparse. I can barely barely reach my knees BUT I am told that at 12 months I might touch my toes -- and will be able to capture all the good tuff on the bottom shelfs. You all know the bargains are not at waist level but are on the bottom shelves.
If you're a prayer, I would appreciate prayers for developing muscle strength and to be persistent. It's hard but oh the results will be so wonderful.