Sick and tired of being sick and tired

My one month doctor appointment went great, they told me that I was way ahead of where I should be after a month and suggested I was ready to go back to work and start rehabilitating my old tired body.   They said walking was my only option since my 14 inch incision across my belly was going to take a very long time to completely heal and will never really be the same again. 

By now you have figured out that I have done a lot of sitting around resting my beaten down body and during that time if they ever told me I could get up and be more active with my new found energy, I was going to take advantage of it.   The problem is I have to take my 47 year old raggedy body with me and it wasn't cooperating.   One of the few things I remember my Doctor tell me was to walk, just a little bit.  Walk to the end of the driveway.  After you conquer that, walk to the end of the block, then around the block, then add a block.    So that's what I did.   I had another few weeks of time off from work so I hit the streets.   I borrowed my mother-in-laws hiking stick, because I still wasn't very sure-footed, and set a goal to walk 3 times a day.   It became a ritual, a priority, a requirement before I went to bed I had to get my 3 walks in.  So my day consisted of eating, watch Doctor Who, go walking, watch more Doctor Who, eat lunch, walk more, watch more Doctor Who, eat dinner, walk one more time, collapse into bed.  As long as I was seeing progress I was excited to keep it up.   It got me into shape enough to go on our church youth choir trip in June to Orlando. 

Sometimes I couldn't even wait to wake up in the morning (figured out the steroids were waking me up)  These pics were taken at 5:30am.   My steroids were awesome and gave me a boost of energy. 

 I continued my walking pattern all through the summer and into the fall.   I carried my gear to work and walked at lunch in 100 degree weather.    Soon I got cocky and tried to start running with the hopes that my new body miraculously liked to run all of the sudden.   To no avail, I still had bad knees and my compartment syndrome in my shins came back with a vengeance.  I bought expensive super cushioned shoes and they actually helped to some point, but when it all came around I realized I can't stand to run.   I don't have the patience for how long it takes, I need to find some exercise program that changes every day and still works towards getting my muscles and hopefully my ABS back in shape.    More on this subject to come in another post.