BETRAYED

 When it rains--it pours----just ask all those who were in the path of Hurricane Helene.  Recently I discussed my battle with stress related anxiety which has led to a low level of depression.  NOW---as I stated---I know what to do about this nagging depression.  After a life time of combating this mental malady successfully, I know if I pick up my time spent exercising it is a sure fire cure.  SO, I have begun adding to the mileage of my daily walk.  Hero is only good for 1 to 1 1/2 mile---and some of that requires me carrying him.  (Thus my right side of my upper body is much stronger than my left since I always carry him on my right side).  This requires me dropping him off at home, and of course giving him his treat for doing all his business, before continuing my walk.  (SIDE NOTE---what if there were a treat jar outside of all bathrooms and you could take a treat after a successful trip to said bathroom?  It would be like the sucker after the visit to the doctor---a reward for your successful trip. WELL, as a matter of fact, I am fairly certain my grands were rewarded during potty training.  Sadly we grow up and the reward fairy goes away.  What's fair about that!)  SORRY for the merry go round of thoughts--it's Friday and I am a little weary after a busy week which can lead to a hodge podge of thoughts.


BACK TO THE SUBJECT--this increase in mileage went smoothly the first increase, but then I added another half mile this week.  As the week has progressed, my legs have rebelled and are causing me a great deal of grief.  My body has betrayed me!  Always in the past, when picking up the steam on exercising I might become sore, but it was always doable.  This week, by last night (Thursday) I had out my friend~

BOTH LEGS are not sore, but actually hurting.  One leg---it seems to be my IT band and the other it seems to radiate from my knee.  I strongly suspect my recovery time after exercise has not been long enough and MOSTLY, my parts are wearing out.  We are told--Don't Stop Moving---what we are not told is do not even slow down.  Without going into all that has happened in the last decade and a half---suffice it to say I slowed down my exercise regime and now I am paying the price.  Shoulda-Woulda--Coulda has me in pain and struggling.  The question becomes---has my body betrayed me---or have I betrayed my body?  The chicken and egg question in another form.  My conclusion--anything really worth doing--be it physical or mental or emotional or spiritual---is always worth doing and should not be ignored.  By systematically cutting back on exercise--no matter what the reason---I betrayed my body.  

The question becomes---have I betrayed other areas of importance to live my best life?  I will leave this question on the table and hope you will think it over today and realize--it is never too late to make a change.  He is faithful---are we?

"Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trail,
for when he has stood the test
he will receive the crown of life,
which God has promised
to those who love Him."
James 1:12



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  1. How I hear you on this one, Lulu! At my age, I know I should be exercising more, but I struggle with doing so. Now that the weather is cooler, I'm hoping that Danny and I can get outside more and walk at our local park. Our neighborhood is way too hilly to navigate.
    Blessings!

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    1. I have to talk to myself EACH & EVERY day!
      Blessings, Martha!

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