I had surgery yesterday for the removal of skin cancer from the hollow of my neck and it turned out to be a bigger deal than I had expected. I have two layers of stitches that would be very bad to pop and they won't even let me bend over. (How am I supposed to brush my teeth?)
When I started my journey with you two and a half months ago my primary desire was to become fit. Sure I wanted to lose weight, but at my age, how I look has become less important than how I feel. After being completely sendentary, I embarked on the road to weight loss and regular challenging exercise and fell in love with it. I just plain feel better. I'm stronger, have much better balance, and my knees don't hurt. Everthing about movement is easier.
In fact, I am dependent on exercise to get me through the stress, fear, and uncertainty of biopsy, diagnosis, and surgery. I sailed on forward momentum. I was stopped short yesterday when I realized I can't exercise until the stitches are removed in two weeks. It was kind of funny. I said, "Do you mean I can't lift weights?" The nurse responded with a surprised "You lift weights?" (Yes! I lift weights! Me! )
Since I've only been at this a couple of months, I'm afraid I'm going to instantly revert to the woman I was a short time ago. I know it doesn't have to be that way but my new diet and lifestyle feel young and fragile and I'm kind of worried.