Saturday, August 20, 2011
I was intent on forming a new habit, something good for my health. I did it for two weeks in a row, and I was rockin’ at it. Jillian and I were doing the 30 Day Shred together.
She's kind of tough on me.
On day 15, I turned my body to hand my son a banana and BAM!!! my back gave out. I was on the floor, and I could not get up. Three days I was paralyzed, and I am not one to exaggerate. Paralyzed. We are talking feeding tube, ventilator, catheter. I was blinking to communicate.
Exercising and handing people fruit. Risky. Not advisable.
So my husband comes to me recently and says, “We are getting old and we need to exercise. I want you to live longer because I really like you.” And I was like, “Oh, that is so sweet.”
Cautiously, hesitantly, I agreed to start again because it has been one year since I last exercised, and it is time to do it again anyway.
We began doing the 30 Day Shred again.
Question: Why does my husband always have to stand behind me while I am doing my bending exercises?
Another question: Do the 30 days have to be consecutive for it to work?
Because I could swear, after one workout my flabby parts are suddenly firm.
“Janna, aren’t you going to keep exercising?”
“Dan, I already did.”
30 days. They might be spread out over a year, but I think I can do this.
“Mom, can you get me a banana?”
“No, get it yourself.”