(Me, pregnant with Karen. John and Mom.)
I am cautiously optimistic this morning. John’s surgery went well and he has started the process of recovery. Any of you who have had any sort of surgery know that the next few weeks and months are difficult. The body is not fond of intrusion or pain. It fights back in unexpected ways before restoration is achieved. I just pray that all goes well and that this is a turning point for my brother’s health.
I hope it is also a turning point for my own health. I have let my weight creep up again and my exercise slide. I’ve gone from yoga and the gym, after Mom’s death, to nothing again. I have a perfectly good treadmill taunting me each morning as I retrieve my coat from the extra bedroom. I’ve been on it twice this winter. Shame.
I’m not sure why we need these “slap in the face” reminders to take care of ourselves. Is it because we are busy? Taking care of others? Working insane hours? Lazy? Too interested in the pleasures of eating? Or is it much more complicated? I’m not sure, even in my own case. I eat a pretty normal diet by most standards, but obviously I’m not paying enough attention to what my particular needs are or I wouldn’t be overweight. Something to seriously ponder during the break.
My friend Suzanne is also recovering. She is home now and trying to build up her strength for the next planned surgery in February.