So, on a whim, I accepted an invitation to join a friend to "WALK" the bleachers at our local high school, as the start of an exercise regime. We would just try it out and see if it was something we could stick with, and if so, work our way up to running.
As of today (day 2), I can sooooooo feel my body rejecting this course of activity--especially since it's the ONLY course of activity besides mowing the grass my body has seen in a while. Any part of me that has anything to do with hauling my bootie up those steps is aching, but remarkably, my brain is still in control, and it knows more about what my body needs. It needs to reverse my high cholesterol, turn up my metabolism and regulate my thyroid function, fiend off diabetes, and take off some fat.
Not only is my brain realizing this, but my heart is benefiting from this too. Not just my physical heart, but my emotional heart, because I believe this friend and I share alot in common. We see eye to eye on most things involving our kids, the school, the small community we live in, and morals. And we both LOVE photography! Somewhere down the line, I lost friends that shared those things with me, or because of scarring, didn't bother to get close enough to anyone to find out.
As of day 2, I have a whole new outlook on this exercise thing; I actually thought about it the whole day yesterday--not just when my muscles were yelling at me--and I looked forward to today's round. As odd as that sounds, even now, even when I want to chop my legs off and put my torso in one of those torturous stretching contraptions, looking forward to exercise is a promising surprise! I'm looking forward to the results!