It's nearly four weeks since I've been able to run or lift weights. This is mostly because off the torn port issue ... but could also be attributed to the fact that I got collected by a car as a pedestrian.
I know many people find the idea of enjoying exercise abhorrent. But it's my religion. I miss it. I'm having to suffice with reading Women's Health magazine; much like someone would the bible when they're not at church.
I desperately want to go for a run. Or for a hike up the hill. Heck, I'd even be willing to do a super set weights training session at the moment! I want to be sweaty. I want the endorphin high. I want to be tingling all over. I want to hear my heart rate monitor chirping at me. But alas, I am having to rest. Sporting surgical dressings and chewing pain medication.
My follow up appointment is on Friday. I cannot wait to get medical clearance to exercise. And maybe a little saline to tighten this baby up. I suspect the band system was almost emptied during surgery. I only think this because I am perpetually hungry. And trust me, it ain't no head hunger either!
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