I'm not used to so little exercise. Actually, I'm not used to no exercise.
In my old life, I used to start my day by descending 26 stairs. I'd walk around a college campus all day at work and then climb back up those stairs a time or two on my way to a volleyball match, the gym, my dance class or a walk in the park.
These days, I don't really climb stairs; I drag my feet, one at a time, slowly up till I reach the top. I walk from the bedroom to the living room to the kitchen and do arm lifts as I eat my ice cream nearly each night.
I feel lazy and yechy.
So today, I decided to drag out the scale to see just how bad things were. I know I'm thin, but I've been a little worried about my weight, mostly before the surgery, cause my metabolism isn't what it used to be.
The good news: I've lost about six pounds. The bad news: I've lost about six pounds of muscle. A few of my ab muscles and a lot of my left leg muscles have shrunk, and a much softer material has taken its place.
My right leg is holding up like a champ and is amazingly strong. I do get a little out of breath when I push myself on my crutches, but I'm also careful not to go too fast and miss a step.
I can't wait to start physical therapy in a few weeks. I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait.
P.S. My mom had a dream last night that I came bounding down the stairs and running toward her, saying, "Dr. Mayo said it's okay!" So even my mom is dreaming of me getting back to normal. That's gotta be a good sign. :)