Ever have one of those ideas. You know the ones, they creep into the back of your head and ambush you while you aren’t looking. They’re never good ideas, but they feel like it at the time. Well, that was me today.
Since my weight-loss surgery in June 2018 I’ve been working slowly on improving my body, getting back some of the muscle tone and flexibility that the years have stolen. Part of this has been taking online fitness classes. I love them. But. Yes there is always a but…
But, I can’t keep up. I can’t even pretend to. Getting down on the floor to do yoga or core work is not possible. Most of the exercises that I do are modified so that I can do them either sitting down or leaning on a wall.
So. On with the story. Tonight, because my pride thought I could – I got down and sat on the floor in my bedroom. I could get down and up again without help. I haven’t done it in 10 years, but I just knew I could.
Enter PRIDE. That demonic little voice that says people are laughing at my attempts, resenting that they have to wait while the instructor explains the special way that I have to do each exercise. It’s not true. I know that. People don’t have time to worry about what I’m doing when they are sweating their own faces off, but pride doesn’t care.
Well, I couldn’t. So there I sat, in splendid isolation bawling on the floor of my bedroom. It took 20 minutes to finally chew down the ego, call for help and face the embarrassment of my husband and son finding me stuck on the floor. Between two full grown men, a stool, and my own efforts I finally got back on my feet. Ego bruised, body basically intact, and hopefully a bit smarter.
Maybe in six months I’ll try that again, that can be my medium term goal, to get from the floor to my feet without help.
For now. Excuse me while I head for the codeine and the ice packs.