Here I am on day three of my aching back, and I feel like I’m going stir crazy.
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Even back before I started walking all the time and exercising, I hated the feeling that I couldn’t get up and move. It’s one of the things that make me a terrible sick person – I don’t mind laying around in bed all day, as long as it’s voluntary. But put me in a position where I have to lay around, and I immediately want to go somewhere. Anywhere.
As a result, it’s killing me that I can’t go walking. And that I can’t exercise. I even – slightly foolishly – tried. I dragged myself out on my first break yesterday and hiked up one of the nature trails around my office. A quarter mile into the walk on uneven gravel trails, and my back was twinging enough to make me wonder what the heck I was doing to myself. And then, despite my back being sore, I had to force myself to sit and read during lunch.
On the up side, I don’t know that I would have ever expected to write a sentence like that before I started all of this weight loss. So, that’s a good sign. And I think it’s proof that I’ll be back up and working again just as soon as my back feels better. Which is another concern of mine, to tell the truth – historically, if I start an exercise program and then have to lay off for a bit due to injury or illness, I don’t start back.
I know that won’t happen this time, because this isn’t the first injury or illness that has stopped me from exercising. But I still worry.
Ah, well. C’est la vie, and all that. I will – hopefully – be back up and running (well, walking) by Monday.