It’s not that it’s the latest craze. It’s not that I get to get ridiculously sweaty. I will admit that lifting heavy things is fun, and so is not knowing what the workout is when I walk through the door. But why am I so psyched?
Well… because all the articles about exercise in the world promise you that if you’ll start working out, you’ll start to have more energy. And that, until now, has been a lie. I’ve *spent* energy working out, and then spent time hurting afterwards … but no reward. And eventually you don’t have *time* to spend all that energy and not have some left for daily life and so you stop working out as much and then less, and less.
This time – suddenly I have more energy. Lots more energy. Yeah, I still hurt (hurt more, especially the first couple of weeks) and I still need an after-workout nap – but once I’m up, I’m really up. Not halfway there, I have all kinds of energy and sometimes I just can’t sit still. It’s like I’ve taken 10 years off.
Speaking of “years off” – because of the increased blood flow, my complexion is starting to improve. The curse of high color – you can tell every little thing about my health and mood and even what time of month it is, just by looking at my face. Well, pumping blood through my skin on the regular is evening that out. Already. Buhbye, blotchies.
It’s fun. I get to use my body, and I’ve wanted to, and didn’t know how to properly, and everyone says, “start out with walking” only the last time I took a long walk my foot swelled up so much that blood vessels broke and I had bruising the day after. So… walking doesn’t work so well. (I hope it will again, I like hiking and miss it).
Basically… I’m saying yeah, I’m going to babble about CF like everyone else who gets into it. And I hope you don’t mind, because I’ve tried a lot of stuff over the years, and this is changing my life. I don’t think it’s the only way to health, no sirree bob. I do think I finally found MY way, and oh I’m so happy. SO very happy.