Fighting back with fitness
I thought I would share my ups and downs regaining my fitness since chemo. For a start I gained an astonishing amount of weight during chemo, around 20 plus kgs. I had gained 3 to 4 post surgery al...
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Kudos to you, Kath.
The old adage, 'eat less and move more' has been thrown at people trying to keep their weight under control for decades. Given the circumstances some of us are operating under it amounts to nothing more than cruel trolling. Yes, weight loss is a product in product out' equation but it is just not that bloody easy.
I'm very familiar with what you are experiencing regarding the sheer enormity of mustering enough energy to get out of bed some days let alone getting up and pushing my broken body and mind to do what I feel I need to do to regain my fitness. I want to lose the saddlebags which are hanging off my arse. I walk 5 km every morning but it is not enough to move the flab
It's interesting to hear that someone else is having the same issues with exercise in the no pain no gain arena. I had a three month open door membership at the local YMCA. I'm an old gym junkie from way back and thought 'You beauty, I'll get in there and sort this shit out.'
I'm still a very muscular old bird and can heave some serious weights around and unload a trailer full of sand in less than 15 minutes. But that 15 minutes is all I've got. After that I'm stuffed for the rest of the day. It didnt matter how many days a week I went in and got on a treadmill. I was simply not improving. Same in the pool, 1.5 km and that is it. The pain in my muscles doesn't abate and hangs around for hours after I stop trying to push my boundaries out a bit.
My stamina has stammed off into the distance and won't come back no matter what I try. The further consequences of that are being too shagged to even contemplate planning meals and generally looking after myself. A couple of hours work, what I consider a very modest exercise plan and I'm done. Maybe what you are being told, that less is more, makes better sense than flogging myself--though it contradicts all the advice I have ever been given
My butt is still slapping me on the back of my cellulite coated thighs with every step. I didn't mind having jiggling boobs, jiggling belly fat is so not an acceptable substitute. None of this improves my mental health which, of course, makes it even harder to get motivated to try to fix it.
Good on you for persisting. It would be all too easy to give up. You are an inspiration. Marg xxx
The old adage, 'eat less and move more' has been thrown at people trying to keep their weight under control for decades. Given the circumstances some of us are operating under it amounts to nothing more than cruel trolling. Yes, weight loss is a product in product out' equation but it is just not that bloody easy.
I'm very familiar with what you are experiencing regarding the sheer enormity of mustering enough energy to get out of bed some days let alone getting up and pushing my broken body and mind to do what I feel I need to do to regain my fitness. I want to lose the saddlebags which are hanging off my arse. I walk 5 km every morning but it is not enough to move the flab
It's interesting to hear that someone else is having the same issues with exercise in the no pain no gain arena. I had a three month open door membership at the local YMCA. I'm an old gym junkie from way back and thought 'You beauty, I'll get in there and sort this shit out.'
I'm still a very muscular old bird and can heave some serious weights around and unload a trailer full of sand in less than 15 minutes. But that 15 minutes is all I've got. After that I'm stuffed for the rest of the day. It didnt matter how many days a week I went in and got on a treadmill. I was simply not improving. Same in the pool, 1.5 km and that is it. The pain in my muscles doesn't abate and hangs around for hours after I stop trying to push my boundaries out a bit.
My stamina has stammed off into the distance and won't come back no matter what I try. The further consequences of that are being too shagged to even contemplate planning meals and generally looking after myself. A couple of hours work, what I consider a very modest exercise plan and I'm done. Maybe what you are being told, that less is more, makes better sense than flogging myself--though it contradicts all the advice I have ever been given
My butt is still slapping me on the back of my cellulite coated thighs with every step. I didn't mind having jiggling boobs, jiggling belly fat is so not an acceptable substitute. None of this improves my mental health which, of course, makes it even harder to get motivated to try to fix it.
Good on you for persisting. It would be all too easy to give up. You are an inspiration. Marg xxx