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Seven Smileys on My Calendar

Last month (December 2012), I ended up with seven smiley faces on my calendar.

 
 Each smiley represents an effort at getting intentional exercise (as Dr Phil would say). This month is was mostly swimming, but I have also included walks with Dexter. I haven't included incidental exercise, such as the slog along the carpeted corridors at the RBWH, although sometimes I think I should; it's hard work!

I started my smiley reward system in 2012, as a way of acknowledging my attempts to get healthier. I needed some kind of reward for making the effort, but it had to be something that wasn't food or money! I have a childish love of stickers, so smiley faces on the calendar (which hangs above my desk) it was.

It didn't get off to a great start, as was always feeling too exhausted to possibly go swimming or - gods forbid - go to the gym.

Smileys in 2012:

January: 0
February: 3
March: 1
April: 1
May: 0
June: 1
July: 2
August: 1
September: 0
October: 1
November: 2
December: 7

At the end of September 2012, it became very clear why I was having such difficulties in getting myself to the pool or the gym: I was diagnosed with Hypothyroidism.

Having been on thyroid replacement therapy since October 2012, I am feeling much, much better. I still have to deal with pain and fatigue associated with my hip condition, but I no longer feel like an utter zombie.

I also have to thank my good friend Steve, as he helped get me back into regular swimming, by making swimming "appointments" with me, that I then felt I had to honour.

My lofty smiley goal for January 2013 is 12. I'd love it to be more, but I do have to be careful that I don't make myself too tired and sore from excessive exercise! I haven't been to the gym yet, either, which is another aim for 2013.

I resume my uni studies in a couple of weeks, and although I only have one class on campus this semester, being fitter and healthier is going to make getting there, and to and from the library, much easier.


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