I dug out this photo of the Rose Garden at Descanso to motivate me to get off my rear and go walk today as best as I can. Even if all I can manage are a few steps and then an hour on the bench, I figure it’s better for my mood to be outside, enjoying the beautiful flowers and greenery rather than moping around here, opening cupboards when I’m not really hungry.
Who ya gonna call? Robot Alien Busters!
In the immortal words of the robot from a popular sci fi show from the 1960s, Danger Will Robinson Danger! I’m in the non-exercise Blah Zone! I’m missing my hikes and bike rides and the energetic movement that burns the heck out of my “Call the Robot Alien stress chemicals” – not to mention the ENDLESS BOREDOM of “Taking it Easy”.
If you want the 411 of WHY I’m having to “Take it Easy” the photo and caption of my bonehead move is here on Day 55. I have to be careful of damage to the muscle under this. Keep the wound moist, wrapped yada, yada, yada… The WORST thing about this, is the bike ride that came prior to this bonehead move was AMAZING! I felt so good, my body was finally getting in tune, my energy was fantastic… and now I’m back to hobbling around being “careful”. Sigh. Damn.
Laurie’s Injury Reaction Recap
The first day: “I need to rest and recover”. Cool. TV, I have so missed our time together.
The next several days: “If you’re so BORED why don’t you go accomplish X,Y, Z?” F you inner critic! OMG, The boredom, the antsy feeling, the mental endless household “To Do” list of crap I’ve been putting off swirling round my head. And THEN my little inner kld comes out stamping her way around the place yelling ” I DON’T WANNA WHERE”S THE JUNK FOOD?”
Sigh. Robot Aliens take me away!
Oh right, Robot Aliens are off doing their thing while I feel my feelings. crap.
Oh well, at least I got to catch up on some podcasts I like to listen to.
BUT I usually like to listen to Alen on the WAY UP THE MOUNTAIN – gripe rant grippety gripe gripe.
Oh well, what can be done? Call Robot Aliens or Not to call Robot Aliens, THAT is the question. Is it nobler to use my injury as a WHOPPIN’BIG excuse to eat some pie? (and to secretly RELISH THE REASON) Or is it nobler to suffer the slings and arrows of hobbling through the garden, yet again, with my trusty cane until body is actually hungry again and we can sit down and smile as we taste the pie …
Hmm, if i put it THAT way, I guess pie is on my menu in either case. I guess I may as well go smell the roses and enjoy it.