I’m pleased to report that I have graduated from the clunky old air boot to a new, easier to manage,boot-let.
This is more of a compression sleeve, really, with a hard plastic bottom to it. By removing the insert to my Asics, I am able to cram the entire bootlet into my shoe. It’s not exactly like walking on air, but it’s not that clunky boot, and I’m grateful for that.
I’m still not cleared for distance-walking or biking, but going to the gym is sooooo much more enjoyable now. The big boot and the machines at the gym didn’t work for me, so I’ve been relying on household and yard projects for daily activity. But not anymore. After a few days for acclimation to the new footwear, I made a triumphant return to the gym earlier this week.
I’m still stuck mostly on the machines, but so far, the leg press and standing calf raises are the only machines that are off-limits. My heart is happy. My muscles? Not quite so much.
I wish I could tell you that my “healing period” went perfectly, but of course, it didn’t. Too much anxious time on my hands, too many calories, too little strenuous exercise–you know the drill. I don’t feel great about the last six weeks.
But I don’t feel awful about them either. Other than a delicious holiday celebration on the 4th of July, my meals have been healthy. Most of my snacks have been healthy, too. There were just too many of those (along with some unmerited splurges) considering the lack of meaningful exercise to have me declaring an absolute success. But not a failure either. At worst, it’s a better failure. LOL
In writing this post, a segment of Anne Lamott’s recent Facebook post celebrating 29 years of sobriety came to mind:
There were all these other women who had what I had, who’d thought what I’d thought, who’d done what I’d done, who had betrayed their families and deepest values, who sat with me that day, and said “Guess what? Me, too! I have that too. Let me get you a glass of water.” Those are the words of salvation: Guess what? Me, too.”
One of the great rewards of writing a post like this–reporting mediocre (at best) results–is that I know someone (or many someones) are reading, nodding, and saying, “Guess what? Me, too”. People who know EXACTLY how I feel or what I’m thinking. It’s hugely empowering and motivating. I haven’t considered for one minutes giving up or giving in, but had I been, the “me too’s” would have stopped me.
With that, I’ll close with hopes that things are going well for you. And if they’re not? Well, me, too, so hang in there.