I use weights!

I think that I gave physical therapy a bad rap in my last PT post. After I left PT today, I realized (or, maybe, it was pointed out to me by my physical therapist…) that I’m going to have good days and bad days in what inevitably will be a long recovery). Yes, these exercises kill my already annihilated muscles, but I can’t expect to be better in one week when it took a year and a half to get me this way. My last post just reflected my disappointment at the pain catching up with me after feeling so awesome at the start of physical therapy. Apparently, I was doing too much exercising once I got home. Go figure – me an excessive exerciser? Ha, I say! I’m just going to have to embrace my inner underachiever and not expect too much from myself too soon.

I am proud to say, however, that today was my hardest session of PT yet. They kicked up my routine to a level two by adding a truly wicked exercise. Of course, I’m sure the physical therapist just made that up to make me feel better about that exercise being so hard, but I’ll be damned if I don’t brag about it anyway. Level two, baby! I’ve also been doing weighted exercises for my legs and I might be moving up from ten pounds to twenty! Level two, baby! But just in case you’re worried that I might get carried away and try to pump it up to a level three tonight, let me assure you – I’m going to go lie down and watch a DVD. Gee, this underachieving feels an awful lot like my last year and a half…