My legs are starting to hurt again. I had forgotten that the less I walk, the more I hurt. It hurts to walk, but I have to get back at it. It scares me to think of going back to the way things were. Barely able to walk at all. At one point I was walking 3-4 times around the parking lot at work twice a day, taking 3 flights of stairs 3 times a day and taking the stairs to the 2nd floor several times a day. Now, I barely make it twice around the parking lot once a day. No stairs at all. I guess with arthritis, you MUST keep moving. It's like the blackberry bushes here in Oregon. If you don't control them they will take over everything. You know, that is a good analogy for me. Arthritis is like creeping, painful blackberry brambles. Walking equals pruning.
I don't really have much to say anymore, so I think this blog is going to be more of a diary for me, than anything else.
Breakfast was 3 scrambled eggs, 2 slices of toast with real butter and a glass of milk.