Well, now . . .

She was a cute smart medical assistant, taking my medical history at my latest yearly exam.

“Do you exercise?” She asked brightly.

I HATE that question.  But I’ve learned not to justify.  Too much, anyhow.

“No, I don’t,” I admitted flatly.  “I work hard, but I do not have an exercise routine that I follow.”

And she wrote down that I don’t exercise.

Like I said, I HATE it.  I feel guilty and cross and it makes me want to eat french fries.  I don’t even really LIKE french fries.

This morning at Shady Acres, involved in my Saturday morning routine, I watched out of the window as four young adults headed out for a walk.  All four of them are big into exercise, and they completed a 2+ mile hike before brunch and came back in various states of energy and excitement and flushed accomplishment.  Youngest Son and his father and I were standing in the laundry room afterwards, discussing the state of the world and the need to exercise.

“You guys just walked over two miles,” I said, “but as of now, I’ve stripped three beds, made two of them back up, done two loads of laundry, done the meds, did my ladies morning routines, made sausage gravy and baked oatmeal.  But I haven’t exercised.  I honestly haven’t had time!”

“That’s right.  You haven’t,” said Youngest Son,

“But this week when I was having my check up, they asked if I exercised and I had to say I didn’t.  I tried to say that I worked hard, but it didn’t count.”

“That’s because it doesn’t raise your heart rate,” said Youngest Son agreeably.

“No, it doesn’t,” I said, ruefully.  And that was that.

However, the fact that all my hard work doesn’t count as exercise does raise my dander.  Do you think that might count for something?


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3 responses to “Well, now . . .

  1. paul fouts

    Dear Marianne….I am replying, not to make you feel bad, but to encourage you. I know that I have never worked as hard as you do or had the great servant heart that is the motivation for all you do…..but here’s my story. Back in the “early 2000s” (my early 70s) I wanted and needed to lose weight and @ that time a Curves facility opened up in the small nearby town and I gave it a try. I loved it….really made me feel good and kept @ it. I slowly lost 15# and I gained bone mass. Dexascan showed that I moved back out of Osteopenia into “normal ranges”. My mother’s final years were often painful from Osteoporosis spinal fractures and I was trying to do all I could to avert it. Now @ 83 I often look back and feel very strongly that this was the hand of God preparing me for what was ahead of me, giving me the health and stamina that I would need in the coming years of my husband’s Alzheimer’s Disease. My friends of my age are already in Heaven or in a nursing facility: but I have a wonderful support group of loving Christians who are 9 or so yrs. younger. They live with arthritis pain, knee replacements and can’t do what I do. It has been enough to deal with Paul’s AD w/o having to deal with pain, sickness on my part….God knew my need, of that I am sure and I thank Him for His goodness. I am in a daily struggle as I slowly lose the love of my life: God’s Word and it’s comfort, support and care from my local church, my “support group” friends who make me laugh, my family, and exercise is what keeps me going. I really have to make myself go to exercise, and sometimes I fail, but when I go I always come away feeling good…it is one more weapon against depression. Oh! and there’s one more special blessing from God for this time of life: GREAT GRANDCHILDREN! Can’t measure how much joy they bring. “How Good is the God we Adore”! Always enjoy your posts. You are a “helpmeet” to a good man, are blest w/a wonderful family and are in a wonderful stage of life: “the grandchildren stage”…..Blessings, Mary Alice Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 00:30:57 +0000 To: pgf7@msn.com

    • I do appreciate your input, Mary Alice, and the example you have given does inspire me! Thanks for your kind and careful and loving challenge. Believe me, I shall ruminate over it!

  2. Oh how I laughed as I read your post, MaryAnn. How WELL I can relate. But Mary Alice’s reply has also given me much on which to ruminate.

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