So, yeah. This past weekend I got a W. U. call (a wake up call). Wooo….. you can’t do that like you thought, like you used to do, like you should be able to do. I’m not a fan of this type of call (this one hurt both physically and mentally) but it shook me up and got me to thinking about my choices and where I wanted to be in 1, 5, or 10 years.
Moving to Idaho
Since moving to Idaho ten years ago, we have really enjoyed traveling all over this great state and seeing the wonders of nature so different than our previous home in Ohio. We love the mountains, the desert, the rivers.
One activity that we have been able to enjoy as a family is hiking and camping. As we have built up our equipment stash (thanks to REI quarterly garage sales, actual garage sales, and clearance from other establishments) we eventually had the stuff necessary to backpack in to more remote locations and camp.
We decided to try to get our kids together for a family trip. It was an opportunity to get to know our eldest son’s girlfriend better and reconnect with a couple of other kids that our kids had grown up with; our frousins-friend cousins.
My husband chose a new local for this trip that was supposed to be moderately difficult. There would still be patches of snow. The temp only got down to the mid 30’s during the night. And we would be right next to a beautiful lake.
Now, I never fancied myself as athletic but I had tried to stay active despite having 3 kids, a couple of soccer injuries, and 2 spinal fusions in my neck. When weather permitted I would ride my bike to work or with my family. A good friend would take me for walks around the city. I’d do the occasional yoga workout at home or the YMCA. Sometimes score a free workout at a friends gym. That’s good, right?!?! Good enough?!?!
Nope. Last year my doc noticed my cholesterol was not great. And this year my doc starts talking about pre-diabetes. But I still wasn’t listening. Then I went on a moderately difficult backpacking trip. Up hill. Or rather up mountain. €~>}%]£!.,<]€!.*!!!!!
Once we got to the trail head all the kids start hiking with us parents at the back. It didn’t take long for me to be out of breath and needing a break every 10 steps. To add injury to insult, my husband carries my and his packs so we could move faster. The last 3rd of the hike was in the dark because it took me so long to get there. It was 12:30 am before we had our camp set up and could make dinner. I spent all of the next day in pain. Took 2 naps and several doses of ibuprofen and acetaminophen. And because I was so worn out my husband and I didn’t even explore the other side of the lake. Gratefully, I felt much better the next day for the hike back down the mountain but I was exhausted by the time we got back to our cars. And the next day I could hardly walk! (Luckily I was working from home that day!)
So, yeah. Woo call. Hello, wake up, Bonnie!
Now I stand in an interesting place. Do I continue to ignore the advice of my doctor and husband and watch my family/friends do things without me because I can’t do the fun stuff they are doing? Or do I go the other way and make choices and spend my time taking care of this mortal Uber so I can climb the next mountain? I lOVE cookies and candy bars and all things chocolate, but I must learn to love myself more. Before I hate myself completely.