Trying to Reach the Things That I Can’t See


I graduated from pool therapy today. I honestly thought my insurance would let me go a little longer, but I guess not. That’s cool because I found out that all I have to do is fill out some paperwork to join the Wellness Center (which is covered by my Humana) and I can continue doing the exercises there. It’s run by the hospital and is closer to my house, so that’s a good thing.

Erin, the physical therapist in charge of my case overall, had 8 goals for me to meet over the last four weeks. I met 6 of those goals. The other two were standing for 15 minutes and 30 minutes without pain and without needing to sit. I had increased strength in all but one area. My left knee went from being the strongest to actually losing some strength. The muscles in my inner thighs have gotten stronger,1 which was not only a major goal for this session, but for the session of PT that I had back when I was 14. It may have taken 16 years, but I finally did it. Go, me!

Like I mentioned earlier, I’m going to sign up at the Wellness Center to continue doing the exercises on my own. I’m also going to use my membership there, once it is officially set up, to do take some of their classes2 and use their gym. After all of those years of me putting this stuff off, I’m finally going to get my ass in gear and do this. I’ve learned what my body can handle and can’t handle. I’ve learned what pain is acceptable and what pain isn’t. I think I’m finally ready to do things differently in my life. I know, I know. It took me long enough, but it’s good that I’ve finally gotten here, right?3

Oh, and I’ve lost weight since I started. I’ve dropped 5.4 pounds in the last month. That’s 1.7% percent of my weight at the beginning of that time period and about 3% of the weight that I plan to lose overall.

Anyway, I’m proud of myself. That’s what matters.


  1. I can actually feel and see them more than I could a month ago. 

  2. Definitely Pilates. Maybe Yoga or Barre. Water Aerobics. Eventually, something faster paced. 

  3. If you don’t think so, you can go away. Now. 


About Janet Morris

I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.