Last year around this time I posted about the paint throwers and once again I see it the same way. Where I live the fall colors are getting started in earnest but there is still a lot of green and I feel at times like I'm watching each leaf change.When I look up at the trees and see a spot of color amidst the sea of green it really does look like someone has been throwing paint. There is so much to see both in my yard and as I venture out into the neighborhood. It helps me get at least a little energy for venturing out for fall clean up and neighborhood walks.The shots above are my trees and the ones below are within a few blocks from me. I haven't mentioned my exercise log lately, in part because I hit a summer slump. I have continued to keep it as an ongoing record to help motivate me to be more active.
I started my most recent log on March 7, 2008 and for two months I was doing quite well. I reached day 60 having either walked or done an alternate form of exercise for 50 out of 60 days. Then as it inevitably does, the summer heat began to affect my energy.
I started driving to stores which were close enough to walk to and my walks were more expeditions than a daily routine. I hit day 218 yesterday with 101 days where I got some form of exercise out of 218 days. Not quite every other day.
To me the challenge will be to regain my momentum this fall. I know last fall, or autumn as it's known in many parts of the world, I couldn't get the momentum back. Then it got colder and my motivation didn't return until the spring.To me the reason it's important than I regain my momentum is that I'm not getting any younger and it will not get any easier. It's easy to wallow in self pity if I allow myself to. As I've mentioned many times on this blog when I was in my mid forties I made a conscious decision to hit 50 in great shape. I spent several years getting into increasingly good shape eventually losing most of the weight I gained in my early forties and building up to over 5 mile jogs almost every day. I was also starting to swim and work with weights to mix it up. Then came stage 3 melanoma, the groin lymph node dissection, peripheral neuropathy, myalgia, lymphedema, and I gained back most of the weight that I lost because I couldn't jog or do any intense exercise without pain. Do you hear me splashing in that pool of pity. I haven't done that in a while so one last splash and onward and forward. Or as one of my fellow melanoma bloggers used to say about herself (Heather who sadly didn't survive melanoma), it's time to put on my big girl pants. When I think about Heather, Shannon, Sheila, Kim, Sarah, Michelle, and so many others who didn't survive melanoma and carried on with strength and grace to the end; I can't wallow in the pity pool for very long. I have been so fortunate in so many ways and I have to find a way to keep putting one foot in front of the other. I didn't intend for this post to take this turn but since it did I think I'll stop here. I also think I'll go for a walk sometime today.