Last night I went to my mom's house to let Buddy out since mom had physical therapy and my sister had plans in the evening.
My dog is officially that creepy old man watching the kids play across the street.
After some cuddle time, mom got home from therapy. She's had bad knees that need replacing for a long time. The orthopedic surgeon she's gone to see so many times for help with pain has told her she needs to get gastric surgery before he would touch even one of her knees because "she'll never lose the weight without it".
She has trouble walking more than absolutely necessary due to her knees, her hips, and just all over pain. It's hard to ask a woman to exercise when it's painful to make it out to the car.
After my sister had her knee surgery for a tear in her knee and loved the doctor she dragged mom kicking-and-screaming to see him too. And he is amazing. He is patient, realistic, and is the least patronizing doctor I've ever met (doesn't hurt he's hot either).
The most surprising thing that he prescribed wasn't new medications, but therapy.
He believed she could strengthen the muscles in her legs to increase her mobility. She wasn't just a lost cause.
Mom has been going to therapy for a few weeks now and they have been rough. She's meeting new muscles every week and has learned to embrace the new soreness after every session.
She's learning that even at her weight, even with her limited mobility, even with the other doctor writing her off, she is capable.
And last night after dinner she asked to go on a walk.
And I've never been more proud of my mom.
She can't move as fast as she wants since her knees and hips still don't want to move the way they should and she was winded before we got to the corner, but I could see something change in her.
When my sister ended up meeting us halfway in our walk (and after Buddy had made best friends with a mud puddle), I thought she might ask for a ride back to the house as she joked she would before. I wouldn't blame her either since she had already done so much and I didn't want to push her too much.
But then she walked all the way home.
And I've never been even more proud of mom.
This woman has always been strong raising two girls alone and putting us through college after my dad passed away [absolutely crazy its been 20 years], but she hasn't believed in her own strength for a long time. Now, thanks to that doctor who believed she is capable and mom seeing the changes in her own body, she's taking those little steps to get back.
I've been too intimidated to post on Workout Wednesday because these peeps are ah-mazing and would kick my lazy butt across the gym, but I had to remember that everyone begins somewhere. I may be taking little steps today by just getting moving [albeit slowly], but they are steps in the right direction and that's what counts!
1 mile everyday (non-negotiable, lazy pants)
JM 30 Day Shred or Kettlebells (every other day)
What's a small [BIG] step you're taking this week?