Up and Down

Yesterday morning, I awoke with vigor and hunger. I felt ready to take on the world and wanted to eat exotic (for Taos) food. Decided to head to a tiny lunch place hidden from the main drag and have a Japanese-type salad, called a Maki Bowl. Raw ahi tuna, sticky rice with sesame seeds, a big handful of field greens and avocado, tossed with a wasabi/ginger sauce. Exquisite - makes my mouth water just thinking of it.

Decided to work on my high-altitude legs and lungs by walking around the plaza and surrounding shops. Then, I headed out to visit the kitties at the animal shelter - a much-missed activity. Surprised to find only 11 cats that needed my loving attention. So much has changed at the shelter since I last volunteered. New procedures and the like. But, some new feline residents have stolen my heart - Simon, Tiffany, Lucas, Shawn and Mike. And Mike was adopted while I was there. Very happy about the success of the shelter's new management program. Afterwards, I stopped at the grocery store and headed home.

Today felt totally different. Upon arising, I couldn't slap the sleep from my face. 2 glasses of iced coffee and some toast and banana couldn't do it either. Felt like I was swimming upstream when I strapped on my light ankle weights to do some leg lifts. I managed to saute up some fried rice with onions, peas and ham, but eating a bowl did not increase my energy any. After an afternoon nap, I am a bit more refreshed. But I could still sleep some more.

Since my surgery, it seems I need 2 recovery days for every 1 day of activity. It frustrates me and I can easily fall back into self-reproach, telling myself that I am lazy. Gotta be nicer to myself and know that healing is happening. I wish every day could be "up", but that is not the way life goes.