I had an operation in November 2010, with a follow-up operation to come next month. Since the body that I currently reside in, has chosen to veer off course, I decided that it may actually help if I became a bit more physically active. Active…such an easy description of my life, in my younger years, but as time has passed, my activities have become less “active.” A few years ago, we purchased a used LifeFitness Cross Trainer elliptical machine. But like folks who purchase computers only to play solitaire, our eliptical had only one purpose. And in this regard, it has served us well … giving home to numerous jackets, hats , scarves and what-have-you’s, as we casually passed by giving it nothing more than a casual glance. Now, for the first time since our initial purchase, I began entertaining thoughts of returning our expensive “hat rack” to it’s original purpose — exercise. Ahh…”exercise”, such an interesting word. When I was young, exercise and life blended hand in hand and all was right in the world. Now that I’m in the “golden” years, the word “exercise” is like a bad taste in my mouth. Boring and painful immediately come to mind because my few attempts at joining a gym, with visions of losing weight and toning up, unfortunately ended shortly, and abruptly, after beginning. Artificial exercise (aka exercise equipment) is a form of punishment equal to an excruciatingly bad day at the dentist’s office. So, with that said, I made the resolution that I would start using the eliptical machine daily. I WILL give myself a pat on the back for choosing to start with a mere 10 minute workout and adding 2 minutes each day until I reached the goal of 30 minutes. I discovered a great pre-set program that kept me alert for changes such as arm pushing or pulling, a one minute burst of fast energy, reverse, and go-at-my-own-pace. Now that I have reached my goal of 30 minutes, I have begun to increase the activity level.
I’m 17 days into this artificial form of torture and whereas, I highly doubt this form of exercise will ever be my “friend,” I believe I can tolerate it. The reports I read say a person “of my age” should be involved in an active form of exercise for at least 30 minutes three times a week. I would like to believe that this decision of mine might hold off any further body deteriation for awhile and for that, I would be forever greatful.
So….for now, I will continue with my intimate morning encounters with this demanding SOB. BTW, panting and sweating is highly over rated.