Namaste

Let’s begin with yoga, D, wake your body up from what appears to be a long winter nap. Thirty minutes, pshhttt, a breeze after carrying your weight around on two arms and a leg. 

 

Holy cow. 

 

Do downward dogs sound like dominos falling in succession down the spine, inversely speaking? Not always, to the best of memory. Vinyasa? Two minutes in I’m shaking like a gypsy with a mortgage. My yoga mat looks like I’ve been working out with Navy SEALs. Maybe two minutes is enough for today. (Brain, go back to sleep. I’ll wake you when this is over.) 

 

Surgery knee faces forward always, for now, no torquing. Modifications work, side plank on good side only, resting wuss leg on top. Maybe ‘Resting Wuss’ should be a new yoga pose. 

 

I’m so tight I don’t know how I’ve been able to get 130° range of motion. When able to push a good stretch, measurement will be interesting. 

 

Standing leg split, I’ll just leave this here.

 

I’ve not been so close to my toes in months. I can’t unsee that. I’ll give myself a Christmas pedicure. Ladies must have pretty toes. 

 

While holding planks after yoga, Maggie and George sneak between my abdomen and the floor, being the brave sort. Maggie’s on one side George on the other, and they’ve spotted the draw string on my pajama pants. There’s a fight going on, under my belly, and in my head, as I wrap up the longest thirty minute workout. Just don’t fall on the animals, think about vet bills, keep your core tight, D. 

 

Prone leg hang is my best friend after PT and now after a sissy class of YouTube yoga. 

 

It’s gonna take some discipline to make myself get up early before work to rid myself of chubs. And to bring back mobility. 

 

Treat your body as Boy Scouts treat their next badge, and life, always be prepared. Tendinitis, in both elbows, may have been prevented with significant upper body strength going into surgery, which I did not have. Maybe. Tendinitis hurts like heck when you need to use tiny arms to carry a big ol butt. Still no pain with the knee, really fortunate. My elbows? I want to cry like a baby when I accidentally push off hard rolling over in bed. 

 

It’s all good. I’m grateful, blessed a hundred different ways. 

 

Namaste.