I’m FREE, I’m FREE! The time given me to stay off my feet has passed. Who would have thought it would be such a chore (and a drag) to have to remember to keep these legs elevated! They’re looking enough better that I think the antibiotics have taken care of the infection. (Fingers crossed) Thank you to all of you who supported my sagging spirits over the weekend. I appreciated the email and (sometimes) wacky suggestions of activities I could engage in. You all were great!
I “celebrated” my freedom by finally going and signing up for the health club that is run at a local hospital. They make their physical therapy rooms available to the public on a fee basis, and throw in the advice of the staff there, as well. I was somewhat skeptical about the look of all those weight machines, and was questioning the exercise physiologist about why I would even WANT to work out for a year on them. (I was raised in the era when “ladies” didn’t indulge in any activity which would induce perspiration, much less lifting weights.) Just give me a nice stationary bike, or treadmill was my thought. Then, he pointed out that one pound of muscle tissue burns 55,000 calories a year. I began to have visions of hot fudge sundaes dancing in front of my eyes.
Hope you all are having the best of days.
Bobbi
