Well, week one of PT is through. Three to go. It's good, not bad.
See, I have gained about 40 lbs in the past year. This makes for a
catch-22 situation. I need to exercise, but even walking is painful.
The weight is not good for my joints and other systems. So I should
exercise but ack.
So I persisted with my desperate pleas with my docs about assistance
with this matter. Cuz walking it off was not even an option. I have
curtailed and altered my diet. I am increasing the intake of water.
Some of it is the medication and my thyroid problems and we are taking
proactive steps now. FINALLY.
And the physical therapy is to help strengthen my lower back and work
my stomach muscles, some of my leg muscles, and mostly focus on torso
so that my spine is supported the way it needs to be. It took me the
better part of 6 months to bring this to the serious attention of my
docs. In large part (pardon the pun) because I don't "look" like I
weigh over 230.
Gee, you carry it so well.
K, yeah, well, see....It doesn't matter how "well" I carry it...my
knees protest stairs, my back protests chores and a stroll to the
mailbox, my blood rushes through my ears, and I get winded...ok, so no
that's not good and so I don't really care if I look like I weigh less
230+ is a lot, a huge amount of weight to be on this frame. No
matter how large my frame is. That is still not healthy.
It took me stressing this point to DOCTORS and other health care
providers (what's wrong with THIS picture??!?!) repetitively for months
in order for me to get through to them that this is a serious matter.
Ya know, affects the health in all sorts of ways. Not even to go into
anxiety and depression....
But the good news is....
We're doing something now.
So, good on me.