Let’s talk a little more about my exercises, since I made it sound like they were killing me yesterday. They aren’t, not really. Oh, sure, I’m a little sore when I finish. Also, I’m a little out of breath when I finish them. But I figure that’s a good thing, because it demonstrates that I’m actually working. And they show some progress, despite me feeling a little bad that I’ve backslid.
For example, yesterday I drew two different cards that required jumping. One was something called a “half-jack” (which is literally a jumping jack where you just bring your arms slightly above shoulder level), and the other required me to crouch down and leap into the air. I did both, which doesn’t really sound like that big a deal when I type it out. But, a year and a half ago, I’d have skipped that second card and drawn a second one. I was heavy enough that the idea of jumping was laughably implausible. Heck, the half-jack would have been challenging.
Of course, a year and a half ago I was also looking at doing four of the exercise cards as an impressive achievement. Now, I’m looking at six of them as the “get back on track” starting point while I work up to doing ten of them. So that’s progress as well.
What I’m saying is, I’ve made progress. Even if (as I also keep saying) it isn’t as much progress as I’d like to have made at this point. And that feels pretty good, when I stop and think about it.