Or: Having an Exercise Intolerance
I’m sure I heard Irony giggle when I did my back in due to an exercise in the gym. I have tried again and again to get fit, with little luck so far. I’ll give you a list of what happened over the years.
- As a toddler, I have never been able to touch my toes (still can’t, never will), much to the annoyance of my ballet teacher.
- Inter-(primary)school running race: A toddler crossed my path and I had to dive over it to avoid it. I still have the scars to show for it.
- Fencing at uni: I was diagnosed with, I kid you not, exercise intolerance. I now have a puffer I never use.
- I tried a boot camp: tore a ligament in my foot.
- I tried swimming: got calcifications in my shoulder tendons, first left then right side.
- Tried boot camp again: got shin splints in both legs.
- Bought a treadmill, so I could at least walk. But my Achilles tendons have shortened so much that even walking, i.e. lifting my feet beyond a 90-degree angle, is painful. I also have Hallux limitus (my big toe joint can’t bend normally), so can’t wear high heals either. It appears I can’t beat them but also can’t join them.
- Tried going to the gym: did my back in, twice (did the same thing last year).
So you see, I don’t have good experiences exercising. The problem is that I need to exercise if I don’t want to get morbidly obese. I just got my weight back to the border of healthy, but now, with this back problem preventing me from exercising, I don’t know how long this is going to stay there.
I could eat less. I suppose I could. I certainly don’t need the amount of calories with my sitting lifestyle. But food is nice. I like food. Especially the high calories stuff. I certainly have a choice to make here.
In the meantime, I’ll have some ibuprofen, some diazepam (why not get happy as well 🙂 ), and stick my cherry pit bag into the microwave for the zillionth time. Can’t live without my cherry pit bag at the moment.
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