Yesterday was my last physical therapy session.
I’m not better, but things have drastically improved. I can sneeze and cough without wanting to cry. I can bend over and pick up Legos without (much) cursing. I can pick up my son without help from people or furniture. My lower back moves now. Not without pain, but the pain’s bearable. I can work through the rest.
Now it’s on me. If I want to keep being able to do those things, I need to carve out some time each day for my exercises. That’s been hard, especially this week. I logged close to 80 hours of work this week, and Monday was a holiday. But as I heard my therapist say to another patient yesterday, “Work is important, but so are you. And if your body doesn’t work, you can’t.” Too right. So on today’s agenda is setting up an exercise schedule.
The second part’s harder. Most of my pain now comes from dietary flares. They’re not as bad as they were, but I’m still swelling enough that I have to wear R’s pajama pants to bed. R outweighs me by about 50 lbs. I should not be swelling that much. So clearly I have more work to do on my diet. I need to be a bit more scientific in my food trials, and I need to start menu planning again. For all of us — our eating habits went out the window when I stopped planning dinner menus.
Also on my radar is intermittent fasting. (My preferred eating schedule when I was younger — back before it had a name, and influencers.) If the only sure-fire way for me to feel better is to not eat, maybe I should try to plan not-eating times into my day. I made a half-hearted attempt at IF earlier this year, before the house blew a hole in my routines, and it helped a bit. Perhaps it will help more if I don’t eat trigger foods during my eating window.
Today, though, I’m taking it easy on myself; I’m sore and swollen from yesterday. So I think I’ll do some stretches. Plan some menus. Set up an exercise schedule so maybe I don’t have to go back to PT.
I love my physical therapist, but I’d rather spend that money on furniture.