My mother is picking me up shortly for the 30 minute trip (in the snow) to the cancer center. This is round two of sixteen. I feel much better going in. Last time around was two days after Christmas. I was exhausted, nutritionally a hot mess and scared of the unkown. Still, everything went fine and I expect the same today. I’ve been eating better and trying to exercise every day. I had a good work out this morning, got my house in order and my orders out for my small ebay business. I feel strong and optimistic. Bring it chemo.
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!