Digging deep...

    Sometimes things seem really simple in your head and then the execution turns out to be so much more complicated than you imagined. Getting 2,000 steps sounds easy enough, right? The American Heart Association recommends 10,000 steps a day and 2,000 is just a tiny fraction of that. I know that I had surgery, but this is seriously a struggle. Tomorrow is 4 weeks post op and I just keep thinking that 4 weeks is a month and that I should be out there lifting buses off of babies right now. Actually, I know exactly why I'm like this.
     Just last night I had a conversation with my mother. She has horrible food allergies that zap her energy and make her tired when she doesn't eat well. Anywho, she came down to help my brother move on Saturday (which is a 3 1/2 hour drive one way). They spent all of Saturday and part of Sunday cleaning and packing AND they ate pizza and Freddie's, then drove all the way back home. Last night, she tells me that she doesn't know why she's so tired because she "didn't do anything this weekend". You know why this is funny? Because in the same conversation I lamented being so tired and struggling to get 2,000 steps and she reminded me that I just had major surgery and that it might take up to 12 weeks for me to really get back to "normal".
     It's funny that I had to explain to her why it's her "fault" that I'm like this. I get my pension for being hard on myself, pushing myself excessively, and jumping on the back of a bear like a spider monkey (figuratively speaking) from her. My mother is a superhero and she doesn't even realize it. 
     So, here I am, dealing with my mortality and staring that 2,000 steps in the face. I did 5 consecutive minutes on the treadmill yesterday at 1 mile per hour (didn't remember that speed burning rubber, but it sure felt like it). I also cleaned my sink and put some dishes in a cooler because I can't load the dishwasher or do a proper load of dishes and this way they are all out of the way and neatly sorted for my wonderful husband to load into the dishwasher. Oh yeah, I also did my make up and you would not believe how much work it is to sit up for 20 minutes in a regular chair. 
     I guess I'll take my victories where I find them. I'm doing what I can, not doing what I can't (which is SO hard for me) and 1,990 steps is not a bad start. And guess what else? The last of the steri-strips fell off yesterday which means that I can put the lotion on my skin again and that feels better than a bear rubbing up against a tree. Life is good.