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I want to thank everyone that sent their condolences regarding my dumb stupid back issues.
Y'all are great. You really are.
So I have to share one part of the conversation from yesterday with Dr. Mike. Yes, that's how he would like me to address him. He has one of those last names that "everyone gets wrong, so you may as well use my first name."
Sure thing, doc.
After we discussed treatment options for my lumbar spinal stenosis and he dropped the S-bomb on me (Surgery?! Are you KIDDING me?) and I picked my jaw up off the floor, I asked him, "If you were me, what would you do?"
He said, "I'd become an athlete. Seriously. It's the best thing you could do for all of your health problems."
Become an athlete. Me. An athlete?
Some people have a love/love relationship with exercise. Some a love/hate relationship. I have a hate/hate relationship. I've always tried to make some kind of exercise part of my life but I can't say that I've ever really enjoyed any of it.
Well, except bobbing around in a pool, but that doesn't count since all I do is float aimlessly on my back with arms crossed over my belly. One doesn't burn any calories just daydreaming while looking at the pool ceiling.
Sigh. I guess it doesn't matter whether I love it or hate it: but the time has come to push myself a bit more toward a fitness goal of some sort. I'm going to get back on my recumbent exercise bike today and ponder this: What could possibly turn Julia into an athlete? Tai Chi? Swimming? Hm. I think I need to investigate these and any other exercise options.