Just when I was in danger of taking myself seriously..

I decided I needed to get back into an exercise program. I’ve.. umm.. slipped since my diagnosis. As in my give a shit broke and it wasn’t on the short list for repair.   I started with my stationary bike. 5 minutes in decided it’s still boring as hell. Moved on to weights.. bah.. so I decided to pull out the weighted hula hoop. When I first bought it I nearly killed myself. True story.  Let’s just say Grace is not my middle name and leave it at that. But.. last summer I gave it another go and got pretty good at it. Well, for me.  When I was diagnosed I decided I shouldn’t do it any more. Don’t ask me why. I’m pretty sure it’s not possible to actually “bust a lump” though I have threatened to. So I pulled it out, put it back together and gave it a whirl.  I was hooping along, feeling pretty good, and realized I was standing in front of my large picture window, sans head covering.  I got the giggles and that was that.. hard to hoop when you’re laughing.   I’ll leave it out where I’m sure to see it (or trip over it) and get back to daily use.  It’s fun and believe it or not gives a pretty good work out!

 

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I am consumed with having cancer today

I don’t know why now or why I can’t seem to stay off the cancer sites or stop reading the reams of materials I have.  Maybe because my next treatment is coming up and I have a feeling I won’t be as lucky this time around. I keep hearing how the effects are cumulative and  recovery time between each is harder as time goes on. I think I’ll give myself the rest of the day to dwell and then I’m over it.  Until next time.