Best Monday in … maybe ever!

Today was the best Monday I’ve had in I don’t know how long. Nothing exceptionally wonderful or even remarkable happened by “normal” standards. But for me, it was amazing.

20130826-195254.jpgWe got up early to take Einstein the Prius (our family car) to the doctor (Toyota dealership). En route my husband dropped me off at the gym on campus. I hit the track in my new shoes at about 7:15 a.m. The track is 1/10th of a mile. I walked the first two laps, then ran 1/4 of each lap for four laps, then ran a lap, walked a lap for four laps. WOW!

It felt truly indescribable to actually run. To break a sweat because of my own action in a way I haven’t been able to do since before I ever met my son made me speechless. I didn’t stop there. I stretched out and did a few yoga poses in addition to my physical therapy exercises and some conditioning for my lower abs, using a stability ball, that the wellness coordinator recommended. As I got ready for work in the locker room I fought back tears of joy. (No crying at work means NO CRYING AT WORK no matter what!)

The positive energy and “Yes I can” feeling carried through my entire day. I got a lot done. I helped other people get things done. I had lunch with my husband. I had some great conversations. I ate great food for all three meals and both snacks. I got to read books to my son, pet my cat and hear my mom’s voice. And I didn’t hurt.

My hips are tight. But I don’t hurt. I stretched out again after dinner and I’m feeling pretty great. I’ll stretch again before bed and hopefully tomorrow will feel just a great.

Feeling this healthy makes me think a lot about the changes we’ve made in the last 15 months, about the running I did before I separated my pelvis and about the fitness goals I’ve had throughout my life. I wonder sometimes if things could have been different for my pelvis — for us — if we had switched to plant-strong eating before I got pregnant. Would my ligaments and connective tissue have been any stronger? Would I have been more able to stretch to get the Little Guy here without the dire consequences of diastasis symphysis pubis? Could the DSP have been avoided? I don’t think there’s any way to know that. And, really, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that I am doing everything I can to give my body the best chance at a complete recovery.

Fueling my body with good, whole foods has got to be making a difference. I believe it played a huge role in my post-surgery healing. After only 366 days, my scar is hardly visible. Once I was able to get up and moving, my body responded well and began to rebuild muscle. Comparing pictures from February to now, for example, I think I look much healthier and certainly happier. I am lucky to have a husband who loves to cook and is passionate about our nutrition and wellness. He is a great cook and he has made the transition to a whole-food, plant-based diet both fun and easy for me. (I have serious kitchen issues and I’m honestly not sure if I would have stuck with it on my own.)

It’s a great feeling to LOOK FORWARD TO TOMORROW! I never realized how much I missed that feeling. I wish each of you the feeling of hopefulness that comes with feeling well, strong and whole!

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