Seduction

Being seduced is, by definition, a very subtle process. As the one being seduced, I never even knew it was happening until it struck me this morning...I had, indeed, fallen victim to my own selfish animal nature.

As I've mentioned so many times, being a surgical virgin, I was not prepared for the recovery process and the length of time it takes to regain one's energy. I tried to abide by the advice offered by those with more experience in matters surgical...prostate or otherwise, and that was the beginning.

Rest is a good thing, and it's an absolute must during recovery whether you want it or not. I spent most of the day on the couch, napping often, for nearly three weeks. As strength returned, I ventured away from my beloved couch for increasing periods of time...but my thoughts were of the warm blanket and pillow waiting for my return. In the door, on the couch, under the blanket, nap.

I lost about ten pounds in the first week following surgery. Once my appetite returned I concluded nourishment was a top priority...not nutrition, just nourishment. So I began eating and everyone thought it was great! I haven't stopped.

Before the surgery I was very fit (not thin, but fit),committed to exercise, and careful about my diet. This week I was cleared to return to running and hit the road...until the ice came...then I hit the treadmill. When the alarm went off this morning I did not want to get up, but I've faced that demon before. Fighting the urge to remain in bed, I got up, dressed, and out to the treadmill.

I thought about how easy it had become to just eat without thought, to remain sedentary (my beloved couch), to “recover.” Then it came to me; I had been seduced by the recovery lifestyle...this is not a good thing.

Recovery is neither a lifestyle nor an excuse, recovery is only a brief interlude before returning to life as usual (hopefully an active and healthy life). You know what's good for you, don't allow yourself to be seduced.