It started a couple weeks ago. During my annual physical, my doctor suggested doing some yoga exercises to improve my balance. This would get me moving and help me to feel safe walking from one room to another. Not that I’m unsafe, but I tend to wobble a bit from time to time. A glass of wine could intensify the wobbling.
Following my appointment, I was in the midst of lots of family activity. There was my granddaughter’s graduation party, my grandson’s birthday, my own entrance into another year, and visits from our S. Carolina daughter and her husband, followed by a long awaited time with my sister from Tennessee. The yoga would have to wait.
I did happen to mention possibly starting this form of exercise and my son and his fiancee took notice. They gifted me a few days later with a whole bag full of tools to help me in the endeavor. So I had no choice anymore. Everyone seemed to be urging me to do this. Since I prefer exercising alone, it seemed appropriate to lay out the mat right in front of the smart TV. I’d plug into a video from which I’d learn all the basics and maneuvers without making a fool of myself. My son advised tuning in to a beginning class for old people. I love the way he words things. Anyway, I began the process this last Monday.
I used my voice command on the remote to locate a video. I spoke the following words, “Yogurt for Seniors,” and was bounced out of the system as being an unknown entity. Who knew? Yogurt for seniors is unknown? Anyway, after realizing my mistake, I tried again. Of course the instructor was about 12 years old and weighed almost 90 pounds. I felt right at home immediately. I figured it was only a twenty five minute video, so I should be OK for that short amount of time. Fortunately I was alone in the house while doing this, unless someone was sneaking in from cyberspace, I felt relatively comfortable going through the moves.
It was about ten minutes into the video that I realized my body had been idle for far too long. A year and a half of sitting in front of the computer and lack of physical activity had pretty much atrophied any flexibility that I may once have known. I’m not giving up. I decided to take it a little slow at first. I’m not getting involved with the spiritual aspect of Yogurt, but I think this will be a way for me to regain some strength and safely move about with falling and not being able to get up.