My body is falling apart. I realize that about 7 years ago in between the Aloha Run and the American Cancer Society Walk. I felt that twinge in my hip. The doctor told me to stop entering races. I have this love hate relationship with exercise since that twinge. I’ve been active in exercise since college. I’m slowing down and I hate it. I used to carry both my kids without even thinking about it. It takes a lot of balance carrying two kids with one leg. Now, I can barely carry a laundry basket across the doorway.
I have this love relationship with food. I love all kinds of food. I especially love sweets and vegetables. Odd combination. My family would eat all the vegetables we grew in our garden and the ohana farm. I also love cake, cookies, ice cream, and candy.
In one month, the doctors have told me that I can’t have anymore cortisone shots in my arthritic hip, I am in danger of tearing my right shoulder, and I will need surgery for my hand. I’ve been up and down with my weight. I was at 115 at one point and down to 101 then up again to 108. My high blood pressure is high and was prediabetic.
Through all of this, I still have a goal. I want a strong core and I want to do stand up paddling. I’m not sure when I will do this but every body needs a goal when it comes to your health. I can imagine myself on the board at Magic Island trying to avoid the swimmers at sunset. I imagine one day I will not have excruciating pain in my joints.
I think that everyone has a gift when it comes to their bodies. You are so incredibly blessed if you have all your limbs and your body is functioning. Use it. I would. God did not create us to be still. God did not create me to eat all the sweets in the world (that would be heaven). Self control and discipline should bleed into every aspect of my life.
The wonderful silky custard pie still calls my name and I will be doing 300 crunches today.