One of the things Lori has done nightly at the gym that I have avoided are situps. I wanted to get back in to working out slowly and situps were the last thing that I wanted to take on in the early stages of this journey. I kept saying "next Monday" I will start. But, each Monday came and went and I never found myself on the situp bench.
It's not that I dislike situps. It's not that I really love them either. I am rather neutral when it comes to crunches. And, I really wanted to start and fully understood that my stomach could definitely use them. It's just that I have become so incredibly paranoid about hurting my stomach ever since my bout with diverticulitis almost three years ago. I tried lifting free weights about six months after my surgery. I went with my son and ended up hurting myself trying to be macho while seeing what my "max" was on bench. At almost 45, I really shouldn't be trying to figure out my current max. It ended up hurting and scaring me enough that it put a relatively quick end to that round of trying to get back in the gym. My stomach has felt great this time and I didn't want to hurt it again. So, I kept walking out of the club and not doing the situps.
On Monday, I decided that it was time to stop talking about it and get busy working on what remains of my gut. Part of the reason is that I got tired of seeing Lori doing something that I was not. I have done a good job easing in to new activities over the last three months and have rarely been even a little sore. Well, situps were different. I didn't think that I had done too many. But, my soreness the next day said otherwise. Not only did my stomach muscles hurt, but rib muscles I didn't know I had hurt as well. I ended up being so sore that I couldn't do them again last night. It hurt when I coughed... heck, it hurt when I did pretty much anything. Tonight, I debated doing them again and made myself get on the bench and start crunching. Ouch. There is no better way to describe the soreness I felt. I managed only about half of the situps I did on Monday. But, I was happy that I got back on the horse. I may not feel that way in the morning.
I hope that none of the pain I feel in my stomach has anything to do with any colon issues. And, I don't believe it does. But, it feels way too similar and this is the hardest mental block I have had to overcome so far. But, I will overcome it and this fear will disappear as quickly as the last 50 pounds have!
By the way, one week to go to hit the 100-day mark of straight days in the gym. Here's to finding another 15 minutes in my day to accomodate one more activity...