I'm trying to do the math here and I think my last Zumba class was February 6th. The following Thursday was the night before Valentines, D Day for a florist and the Thursday after that I was having surgery.
Finally, 3 1/2 months later I was cleared for Zumba.
Tonight was my first night back.
I danced, I sang, I swing my arms, I shook my booty and yes, I cried a few tears of joy.
I was back along with my usual Zumba partner who is wonderfully pregnant..She's 15 weeks pregnant. I'm 15 weeks out of surgery. Do you see a pattern here. No? Okay.
Anyhoo, that's what I was missing, I'd lost my sparkle, you know I wasn't the same. I needed to exercise.
For a formerly fit person, who loves to lift weights and dance till her hair is soaking wet, I have had only PT for all these months.
And while the exercises are more challenging every week, and the weights are continually raised, I'm now on 10lbs. for biceps and triceps, I'm weak as a kitten and have little resistance in my right arm.
There's still a hell of a lot of scar tissue that needs breaking up, and my time on the therapist table is unbelievably painful.
If I didn't love my therapist and trust her with my entire being I'd punch her in the nose.
But I do so I don't.
After an hour of vigorous exercise, I came home and made a delicious smoothie with spinach from my garden, mango, banana, cantaloupe and blue berries.
It was an ugly thing but it was delicious.
Now off to as hot a bath as I can take, then time with the ice pack.
See, I just needed some oxygen to the brain.
Why didn't we think of this sooner?
Thank you all for your encouraging, understanding and kick in the pants advice on my last post.
I love you all dearly too and would be lost without our connection.
So I'll blog when the spirit moves me and dance whenever the opportunity arises.
No more naval gazing, promise.