It's All Mental

Happy Saturday everyone.

It's totally chill around here today. Except I have to go to work. I know. So sad!

Know what else is sad? My body.

Now that is true on so many levels. But for today, I'm referring to my right foot. It hurts to walk. It hurts to sit. It just hurts. And I don't have a clue what I did to it.

I think what happened is that I'm a kook. That my brain is scared. And it's making me think my foot is hurt.

And why would my brain be scared?  Because we joined a gym this week. And I think my body is afraid that I will try to go to the gym and do something, like force it to move.

And my brain is afraid to let my body move. It has been a while. I tore my knee meniscus this past Easter. And my level of activity came to a screeching halt that weekend.

Now, I was not exactly active prior to Easter weekend. But after that, not at all.

And I can tell. I added a few more pounds. I feel winded just walking at a moderate pace. And don't even ask me to walk up a flight of stairs.

So, it really is important that I start moving my body again. Like a major priority.

But, for today, I'll have to pass on going to the gym. But we have appointments with trainers next Wednesday. So I had better take a quiet moment to explain to my brain that my body will have to start cooperating.

Wish me luck. I'm going to need it!