|No way in hell could |
this be me.
One of these things is not like the other
One of these things doesn't belong
Can you guess which thing is not like the other
Before I take Aleve and finish this song?
It was the yoga. My right knee is risky and my left knee is shot. Try as I might, (and desperately want) I cannot stretch and bend my legs the way I did when I was seventeen.
For those who don't know my knee history: My left knee has torn meniscus on three sides, cartilage worn down to very little, arthritis, some floaters and bone on bone where my knee cap slides. I am blessedly lucky to be in very little pain most of the time. I know my limits. Sometimes I do not respect them and I push to do what I want to do. It is just like knowing my food limits and pushing to have something beyond what is good for my body. That happens when I forget to respect the limits.
Keeping the pounds off is more than respecting the food limits. There are physical limits, too. The limits are here for my own good. These limits are not set to hinder my happiness or force me into a sedentary lifestyle. A limit in one area means I need to concentrate on activities that will enhance my life in other ways.
My orthopedic doctor said I should not let anyone talk me into knee surgery for at least 10 more years. She said the advancements they are making will keep improving every few years and in the meantime the exercises to strengthen the muscles all around the knee are the second best thing I can do for my body. She said the first best thing is to lose another 20 pounds.
Despite that, I still like her.