My physio appointment got canceled today due to a sudden renovation emergency. I've been getting massages twice a week, and my physio has been advising (insisting) that I do some exercise in my spare time. I can't deny that I'm unfit, and that's a good sign because admitting you have a problem is the first step. Now, I will proceed to take baby steps to fix myself.
The second step is to seek help. I told RD my problem, and since he's aware that I'm allergic to the gym, he suggested that we do something fun so that I wouldn't think of it as "exercise." I like how my boyfriend knows how to spin a bad condition into a good situation to help me deal with my health issues. He proposed that we try rock climbing because I like to climb (trees in particular), but I suppose fake rocks will do just fine, given that there isn't a recreational tree-climbing centre around.
We're both very competitive, so it will be interesting to see how this activity goes. I think it would be wise to go with another couple because they'd stop us from killing each other. Only kidding—humility is a trait that I want to start exercising too. I'm sure he's a better climber than me, even though I've had many years of experience climbing my neighbour's blackberry tree. I think my incentive to climb that tall tree was to reach the berries. Perhaps I should put food on top of the rock wall for motivation. I'm supposed to stay fit, yet I'm still daydreaming about food.
This is going to be a painful climb to good health.