proof of concept
I can get on and off the bike trainer safely with the stepstool and the seat-to-pedal distance is correct. I am not comforted by the angle of my back. But I can cycle for a bit. I only did it for a couple of minutes.
So another thing I'm working on is being less absurd going up and down stairs. I don't think I should be using both hands for much longer. Especially now that I know that the reason I've been using both hands is that I'm not using the right muscles. Zack says lunges, so I'll do some of those in a bit. For now I'm trying to concentrate on going up and down stairs normally. It's not easy, because if I don't use both hands I lurch quite a bit, because not using my shoulders means I uncover the deep systematic faking it I've been doing. So I'm taking it slow and concentrating on not lurching.
I moved the laptop upstairs because downstairs on the couch I was hanging my legs over the edge and they were swelling. Now I don't do that. It has the added benefit of making me climb the stairs more often because I have to eat and go to the bathroom and take care of minutiae. It has the other mixed-benefit of inducing me to nap more because my bed is so much more seductive than the couch. Mixed because I probably do need to nap more but on the other hand it interferes with my intentions of writing more.
Also I intend to eat less since I seem to be in a different phase of healing where I'm not ravenous all the time and where I'm not losing weight anymore.
So another thing I'm working on is being less absurd going up and down stairs. I don't think I should be using both hands for much longer. Especially now that I know that the reason I've been using both hands is that I'm not using the right muscles. Zack says lunges, so I'll do some of those in a bit. For now I'm trying to concentrate on going up and down stairs normally. It's not easy, because if I don't use both hands I lurch quite a bit, because not using my shoulders means I uncover the deep systematic faking it I've been doing. So I'm taking it slow and concentrating on not lurching.
I moved the laptop upstairs because downstairs on the couch I was hanging my legs over the edge and they were swelling. Now I don't do that. It has the added benefit of making me climb the stairs more often because I have to eat and go to the bathroom and take care of minutiae. It has the other mixed-benefit of inducing me to nap more because my bed is so much more seductive than the couch. Mixed because I probably do need to nap more but on the other hand it interferes with my intentions of writing more.
Also I intend to eat less since I seem to be in a different phase of healing where I'm not ravenous all the time and where I'm not losing weight anymore.