I feel like a failure. I have no words. Haven't for weeks. I have not been walking, Trikking, living, for a few weeks due to my pain level. I thought getting old was not for the weak of heart and now I am convinced of it. I love walking, Trikking, activity. I am afraid of taking time off and slipping back to the level that I was at in Sept. '08. I don't want to start over, and yet my pain level is at a 7-8, as soon as I stop. Maybe that's the answer, don't stop! I must admit that I am afraid of the pain. It's like Frankenstein in the dark. It hides around corners and then jumps out at me when I stop moving. I've got to just face it head on. I have meds, a TENS unit and ice, the 20th century equivalent of torches, clubs and local villagers. I will fight the beast, and I will conquer!
Not only have I been inactive, but I also have been eating my frustrations away. I have gained weight. But I did, after all, stop smoking. So something incredible has happened during the last three months. But it's time to move on. I'm going Trikkin' today, yeah!
