Off with the Sloth

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I’ve survived day two of walking myself into a non-round shape. It’s not an easy task. Fibromyalgia, my version of it, includes bouts of fatigue. I tried doing something as simple as lunges as part of my friend Sandra’s virtual bootcamp; twenty minutes of that put me into a fatigue crash that had me sleeping 36 out of the next 48 hours and, frankly, weeks of depression just thinking about that failure.

Exercise can induce/worsen Fibromyalgia symptoms but exercise also ease symptoms. It’s a bit of a catch-22, frankly. The other benefits of getting my fat ass in motion is improving my quality of life, extending my lifespan, curtailing my type-2 diabetes and all sorts of other things.

 

 

I’m taking small steps to start. Walking, and gradually — very gradually — working my way up.¬†Two days, five miles. An hour a day, in the late afternoon when I’m most tempted to take a nap.¬†Ultimately, this is a lifestyle change and radical changes are less likely to stick. For me, at least.

Walking is good. It’s a solitary thing for me and it always puts me in a good headspace. Today, for example, I worked out how to fix some problems in a story I want to revise and submit soon. Then I spent the rest of the time listening to what may be the most awesome walking/running song ever created on repeat: The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner by Iron Maiden.

Settling into a proper schedule between writing, working, and exercise is really doing good things. I’m already feeling more energetic and I’ve written more words this week than the whole month combined.

Posted on 30 Jul 2011 #fitness