Dutch Lock Down Day Fifty Five

I’m actually doing pretty well right now.

All things considered.

My theme songs are more along the lines of Justin Timberlake’s Can’t Stop The Feeling and Katy Perry’s Roar rather than Ceelo Green’s F**k You or Billie Eilish’s Bad Guy.

Not that those songs aren’t totally still my jam.

But they’re not Who I Am Right Now if that makes sense.

I’m doing okay.

But first the news:

I’ve got this walk that’s about five to six thousand steps, depending on my stroll and small detours and yesterday I decided to kick it up a notch and add another loop to it that adds one to two thousand steps.

It felt great!

Until today.

This afternoon, my knee starts grumping.

And then grumbling.

And then LOUDLY complaining.

FINE.

I HEAR YOU.

So tonight after the twins are in bed and dinner is cooked and eaten and put away, the ice comes out, the pillows propped, and I read.

And ice.

And read some more.

And adjust a bit and ice some more.

Very much feeling the dancer vibes.

And afterwards?

No pain. So I go for the old walk. Without the extra loop.

And without pain.

It felt like winning.

It STILL feels like winning.

But.

Right towards the end, my blood sugar dropped HARD. So for the rest of walk, I took it slow. Leisurely. If the extra loop was an option because my knee was fine before? It was straight out now.

I got home fine.

Inhaled a chocolate bar.

Cause that’s also my jam.

I literally rewrote this ending three times and I’m gonna let it go. Sometimes things come together and sometimes they don’t and when they don’t, that is the moment to accept the things you cannot change. And soothe the sting with a hot cup of tea before bed.

G’night, Warriors.