Wowsie, I tried a little bit of exercise this week and I am still hurting. It wasn’t even anything big, just some stretching and some exercises based on Callanetics. But apparently I have absolutely no muscles left. I’ve come along way in the two and half years since Kevin died. I was so dedicated to staying well during the time he was ill – I had to stay well and fit, he needed me. We juiced everyday, we’d have smoothies with spinach, kefir, flaxseed oil, greens, banana, fresh fruit and veg, it tasted so good. Kevin harped at me every day to be healthy and to make sure I ate right and did the right things. He was trying all sorts of natural remedies too, so I had to eat them along with him.
Oh, and we also walked. Kevin and I walked every day up until a couple of weeks before he died. Remarkable really, through the ice and snow. I would strap some ice grabbers on his feet, we’d take the walker, and away we’d go. It was only when the visiting nurse told him it was dangerous for him to walk anywhere that he stopped, not only walking but also trying. Take away hope and you leave nothing.
Anyway, thinking back to how I physically felt at that time I’d have to say I felt very good. Psychologically a mess, but physically in great shape. So, I think it’s time to get back to what worked for me. I used two exercise routines, and I liked them. The Genius of Flexibility by Bob Cooley, and Callanetics by Callan Pinckney. Nothing ached when I was following my own hybrid version of their routines. But, to get back to that point I foresee a whole bunch of pain!