Boring is my preferred environment . . . sigh
I joined the Y, again, in an attempt to get back into shape, again, and lose weight, again. I have yo-yo'd in both weight and conditioning since my HI though have never lost the initial pounds I gained when I was first injured. The "oh, I am light-headed, my blood sugar must be low" phase. Now, it is "oh, if I eat something, I'll get some energy" and I won't have to rest, again. I hate resting, sometimes literally kicking my feet and screaming like a 4 year old. I know I am being ridiculous so don't consider the occasional outburst a major problem. My continual resistance to resting when I need to is a problem, I know. But I would so rather be doing something else.
Anyway I joined the Y and ran into another problem -- noise. I like swimming and when I went a couple of days ago at a time I thought there were no swim lessons or aerobic classes or other such things, there were a bunch of kids in the pool having a wonderful time -- they really were and I feel like such a Grinch when I even think complaining thoughts. However their screams of delight pierced me as I swam my laps and I emerged mentally worn as well as physically tired.
Today I had my orientation -- I asked if there were any times when the Y and pool were quieter. When the staff looked questioningly, I was reminded of what I have said in the past -- If it is boring, it generally works for me . . . Lively places are events of the past for me, I am afraid, and I suspect even if I regain enough functioning to savor noisy, busy places, I will be too old to enjoy them. ah well . . .
Anyway I joined the Y and ran into another problem -- noise. I like swimming and when I went a couple of days ago at a time I thought there were no swim lessons or aerobic classes or other such things, there were a bunch of kids in the pool having a wonderful time -- they really were and I feel like such a Grinch when I even think complaining thoughts. However their screams of delight pierced me as I swam my laps and I emerged mentally worn as well as physically tired.
Today I had my orientation -- I asked if there were any times when the Y and pool were quieter. When the staff looked questioningly, I was reminded of what I have said in the past -- If it is boring, it generally works for me . . . Lively places are events of the past for me, I am afraid, and I suspect even if I regain enough functioning to savor noisy, busy places, I will be too old to enjoy them. ah well . . .