What's been happening.
Well not too much.
Hubby and I had a recent 3 day bike trip alone which of course is challenging to take a photo of both of you so sorry nobe of us on the bike.
Work has been very busy.
Lots of staff shortages (5) meaning of course less people to do the same work. Building work happening around us resulting in hours and hours of Jack hammering, grinding and dust. It's just been horrible.
I had the black dog hovering around. It's partly winter plus ongoing workloads. Last week my boss asked how I was going and I just burst into tears. My sleep is off. I'm struggling with my exercise as I'm so tired and my food has slipped back...again as it takes physical and emotional energy to keep those things in check. I took a couple of days off.
Aah then there still is the fear of recurrence that simmers just below the surface. I had my recent oncology appointment and now as I'm 2 years post chemo next month and 2.5 years since surgery, my next appointment is in 12 months. I'm also on 12 months with breast surgeon. So it means I see someone 6 monthly. Fabulous right? Yessss...but then we worry it's not enough.
Then this week I found what I initially thought was a collarbone enlarged node. Nothing like that to scare the bejeebas out of you. But no...I realised it is scar tissue from my port line. Sigh. Head games.
Exercise wise I'm progressing even if I'm currently in a bad week. I've started doing pump classes through the YMCA. I was watching through the door and realised its not a fast paced class and it's filled with women 50 plus. It's intended to help with bone strength. So in I go. I do on a Thursday....which means if buggered Friday it's only 1 day of work to drag myself through. The first week I found the only area not hurting was my face...lol. Who knew you had muscles in your armpits. I used very light weights initially as you use your body weight anyway and move up as fitter. I can't believe my body change. My thighs are so strong now. I can lunge now and get up. I can get on the floor and get up into a lunge and up with no need to use my arms. I still struggle with a push up.... thankyou reconstruction ...but I'm getting better.
I've started swimming again when the cold doesn't get to me. It's not the pool, just the changing into bathers and being so dark when I finish work. I do my own gum workout with my sis on Saturdays and aquafit Sunday. Eventually I hope to do one more structured exercise day but not yet.
So life does go on after treatment.
Fitness takes time and persistance.
Self care is important and my recent melt down has highlighted I need to do that again despite work pressures. Take time out to get in the sun. Have a walk at lunchtime. Meet a friend for coffee. Take a moment for yourself.
So my friends. Remember to look after you. You are all important.
Hubby and I had a recent 3 day bike trip alone which of course is challenging to take a photo of both of you so sorry nobe of us on the bike.
Work has been very busy.
Lots of staff shortages (5) meaning of course less people to do the same work. Building work happening around us resulting in hours and hours of Jack hammering, grinding and dust. It's just been horrible.
I had the black dog hovering around. It's partly winter plus ongoing workloads. Last week my boss asked how I was going and I just burst into tears. My sleep is off. I'm struggling with my exercise as I'm so tired and my food has slipped back...again as it takes physical and emotional energy to keep those things in check. I took a couple of days off.
Aah then there still is the fear of recurrence that simmers just below the surface. I had my recent oncology appointment and now as I'm 2 years post chemo next month and 2.5 years since surgery, my next appointment is in 12 months. I'm also on 12 months with breast surgeon. So it means I see someone 6 monthly. Fabulous right? Yessss...but then we worry it's not enough.
Then this week I found what I initially thought was a collarbone enlarged node. Nothing like that to scare the bejeebas out of you. But no...I realised it is scar tissue from my port line. Sigh. Head games.
Exercise wise I'm progressing even if I'm currently in a bad week. I've started doing pump classes through the YMCA. I was watching through the door and realised its not a fast paced class and it's filled with women 50 plus. It's intended to help with bone strength. So in I go. I do on a Thursday....which means if buggered Friday it's only 1 day of work to drag myself through. The first week I found the only area not hurting was my face...lol. Who knew you had muscles in your armpits. I used very light weights initially as you use your body weight anyway and move up as fitter. I can't believe my body change. My thighs are so strong now. I can lunge now and get up. I can get on the floor and get up into a lunge and up with no need to use my arms. I still struggle with a push up.... thankyou reconstruction ...but I'm getting better.
I've started swimming again when the cold doesn't get to me. It's not the pool, just the changing into bathers and being so dark when I finish work. I do my own gum workout with my sis on Saturdays and aquafit Sunday. Eventually I hope to do one more structured exercise day but not yet.
So life does go on after treatment.
Fitness takes time and persistance.
Self care is important and my recent melt down has highlighted I need to do that again despite work pressures. Take time out to get in the sun. Have a walk at lunchtime. Meet a friend for coffee. Take a moment for yourself.
So my friends. Remember to look after you. You are all important.
