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karlhtStill here, still walking, still getting used to all these meds, still (mostly) eating right.
I walked nearly 60km this week. 73,750 steps. Just over 5 miles a day. My legs hate me; they're not used to being the weakest link. They used to be able to count on my lungs to give out first. No longer; my breathing remains good. My pace is slowly picking up, but I'm not hurrying that -- for now my focus is on repeatability and sustainability.
The commute is different now -- walking from the front door to the bus stop, walking from BART to the office, not just "when I feel like it," but every time. That's roughly 2,500 steps each way. If I walk anywhere at all at lunchtime, that pretty much guarantees me 6,000 steps for the day.
Saw the rehab nurse, and we took stock of my medications. Two for asthma, two for diabetes, two blood thinners, two for cholesterol, one for hypertension. That's nine, right? Oh, and one to protect my stomach from being eaten by the blood thinners. Ten. Every day. It makes me tired just thinking about it.
But my blood pressure was 108/67 when I went in to the nurse's office. That's the lowest I've seen it in at least a decade. So we're doing something right.
One more week of pushing hard on the walking, then we see if the habits have taken hold. Oh, and therapy on Tuesday. La, la, nothing to see here. God, I hope this therapist isn't an asshole.
One foot in front of the other. Keep the body moving until it can sustain itself. And somehow keep the world from crushing me when I finally look up.
See you on the other side. Thanks for reading.
I walked nearly 60km this week. 73,750 steps. Just over 5 miles a day. My legs hate me; they're not used to being the weakest link. They used to be able to count on my lungs to give out first. No longer; my breathing remains good. My pace is slowly picking up, but I'm not hurrying that -- for now my focus is on repeatability and sustainability.
The commute is different now -- walking from the front door to the bus stop, walking from BART to the office, not just "when I feel like it," but every time. That's roughly 2,500 steps each way. If I walk anywhere at all at lunchtime, that pretty much guarantees me 6,000 steps for the day.
Saw the rehab nurse, and we took stock of my medications. Two for asthma, two for diabetes, two blood thinners, two for cholesterol, one for hypertension. That's nine, right? Oh, and one to protect my stomach from being eaten by the blood thinners. Ten. Every day. It makes me tired just thinking about it.
But my blood pressure was 108/67 when I went in to the nurse's office. That's the lowest I've seen it in at least a decade. So we're doing something right.
One more week of pushing hard on the walking, then we see if the habits have taken hold. Oh, and therapy on Tuesday. La, la, nothing to see here. God, I hope this therapist isn't an asshole.
One foot in front of the other. Keep the body moving until it can sustain itself. And somehow keep the world from crushing me when I finally look up.
See you on the other side. Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2018-07-16 07:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2018-07-17 02:02 am (UTC)One can also use apps like The Walk, which is from the people who brought you Zombies, Run! It's kind of gamification of walking, via audio storytelling.