No – not my mind… although that’s probably not far off.
I’m loosing muscle tone. What pathetic muscle tone I had anywhere and everywhere – it’s slowly slipping away from my being so inactive. It’s been 4 weeks Monday since I busted up my knee – and 3 weeks today since the surgery to fix me up. Last week I went in for my annual mammogram. I got the worst charley horse in my right cheeky as I was standing on one leg whilst the 2 techs worked together – one scurried back and forth working to get me set up and then she’d dash in behind the other who was waiting to push the buttons to ‘photograph’ me. Good thing I don’t have much to push and pull into place… if ya know what I mean!
Yesterday I went with my daughter out to do a couple errands. We stopped in at my MIL’s to deliver groceries my daughter had picked up for her. My FIL is in the hospital following knee surgery last Friday. Yeah – a family of gimps! LOL At 84 he’s going to end up in a rehab facility in a couple days… he won’t like it – but if he wants to get back home he’s gonna have to work hard to get back his strength and mobility. We then stopped at a knit shop to pick up a Knitty Knobby for my granddaughter to use. And those two events wore me out. Today I am really sore from that little bit of getting around with the walker… everything hurts.
I’ve been doing a lot of pondering these past couple weeks… like every time I haul myself up and down the stairs – I think about those
30 40 50 pounds I should have lost. I think I have found my incentive…