Another little walk in the monsoon wind. It was lovely. The momma ducks were out with their babies.
I timed myself today. 15 min. Hmmm. That puts me at about a 45 min. mile.
I can't deny--it did sting my tummy just a little. The key is that I need to take itty bitty steps.
I'm feeling impatient about getting better. There are SOOOO many people from church and other friends that are helping me. Meals are coming in for the next couple of weeks, people are taking care of my 3 older boys every day, and people are signed up to help clean my house. I am the recipient of TOO MUCH GENEROSITY. So I should be sky high, feeling loved and taken care of, etc. etc. But for some reason I feel a little bit miserable about having so much help. Like I am doubly pathetic or something. It is a little frustrating that I don't really feel better from day to day, but I know I feel TONS better than I did a week ago. Progress is progress. It strikes me that I would be a terrible person to have a chronic illness or something. I mean, so many people struggle for YEARS with serious health problems, and here I am, 2 weeks in, singing the blues. Ridiculous. If I'm still blogging like this tomorrow, ya have my permission to give me a dope-slapping!