Eeeeeeek! I let a whole Saturday go by without writing a Gratitude List! Oops.
So, these are some of the parts of my life for which I am grateful:
My circle of support, which includes my family, my friends, and my many online friends and acquaintances. I am particularly thankful for my sister, S., who sends unbroken love this way all of the time. My mom has become more and more a part of my regular life, and I am so happy that we have found that friendship. Mom turned 78 last week, and Dad turned 79 yesterday, and each of them is taking an interest in actively staying healthy — my gratitude for their efforts is enormous. My sisters and my brother continue to thrive, and I am thankful that each of them is healthy, doing well, and happy.
I am thankful for my health, in the care of which I have taken another small step. With many thanks to my sister J., I now have a pedal exerciser, which I am using daily. The exerciser was supposed to be under the desk, but my knees bumped the underside of the desk, so I moved the exerciser to a clear spot in the living room, set up a hard chair, and pedaled for 7 minutes the first couple of days. Last night, when I neared 7 minutes of pedaling, I still felt pretty good, so I continued for a total of 20 minutes. I have since adjusted the tension toward more resistance, and I will do some pedaling soon. Thanks to the physical therapist, I have broken through one of my barriers.
I have always set a short goal for exercise, and automatically stopped when I reached that goal, whether or not I reached my limit. That habit includes the 7-minute sessions of Thursday and Friday. Last night, when I reached that time, I decided to continue until I was too tired to go on — I pedaled for 25 minutes! I ended up exhausted, but also thrilled; this is a triumph most people achieve by teenage, at the very least. I was a little late, but I felt it. I am thankful for reaching that condition, because I never dreamed that I would.
I am so grateful for the time I’ve spent with the physical therapist; just that little bit of instruction and encouragement makes a huge difference to me, physically and emotionally. If I realized support would change me so, I’d have hired a personal trainer decades ago. I continue to add exercises at home that I learned at the PT office; with thanks to my brother M., and his family, I bought an exercise ball and instructional DVDs. I will start using those today.
I am gifted with so much for which to be grateful. (I’m sorry to say, a good memory is no longer one of those gifts!) By writing this weekly list, I hold at the top of my mind this precious treasure, and remember that I am a very lucky, blessed woman.