I've always been afraid to workout since my surgeries. Maybe it's because the surgeons cut through the abdominal muscle and not along it, so I'm picturing doing a crunch and my insides rip open spilling my intestines out all over the floor....or...maybe it's the lack of energy I have ALL the time, along with the dehydration, and as I'm working out, pass out and fall over a machine, spilling my intestines out all over the floor.....or....maybe...
I could keep going on and on with excuses why I haven't, or don't workout, but this is a new day. On Wednesday I turn yet another page on my journey with Crohn's Disease. I decided after my 48th birthday that I would put in motion a 2 year plan to get fit. I don't need to lose weight, I want to get my strength back. Maybe not to the point of my figure skating days, but....fit.
I found a trainer that works with people like me. You know, those of us that have limitations, and I'm going for it. I have an assessment on Wednesday so she can see range of motion, etc. and she will design a program for me that's basically strength and conditioning. I described it to her as, "picture me as an athlete that's trying to recover from an injury" and take it from there. Slow at first, which is why I gave myself a two year plan. If everything goes well, we'll move on to the weights and pumping iron, but one thing at a time.
Slow and steady wins the race