Overdoing It Yet Again

On September 17th 2022, I created a post titled Overdoing It and, well, the day before yesterday I overdid it yet again. I'd gone for an early morning walk and late in the afternoon my granddaughter was keen to go for a walk and so I joined her. However, for some odd reason, I set a blistering pace and paid the price.

Physics Humour

When I got back home, I almost immediately crashed and slept from about 5:30pm to midnight. I felt very weak when I did wake up and my chest was especially painful, even though I'd not done anything to aggravate it via lifting or pushing. This was a surprise and now, after a day of rest, I feel relatively fine. The finer I feel, the more inclined I am to push my physical limits. I still find it difficult to accept the limitations that my body is imposing on me.

If I persist in these recurrent over-exertions, it's likely that I'll simply drop dead sooner or later. What I should have done with my granddaughter is to have gone for a leisurely walk. As it was, she was struggling to keep up with me and she is twenty years old. A kind of madness overtakes me. Sometimes I even want to jog but I resist the temptation. I should be thankful that my 74 year old body has lasted this long and treat it more kindly.

Meanwhile I continue with my leg exercises every day, except when I'm recovering from my excesses, and I've added some balancing exercises. My neck swiveling is repeated several times during the day and I see this as very important. My thymoma, if that's what it is, flares up whenever I overdo things and provides a challenge to my powers of self healing. I believe I could heal myself if I could focus my awareness on my body via regular and intense meditation sessions. 

However, I exist largely in my head and my relationship with my body is not a harmonious one. I want my body to obey the demands I place on it and so it is a sort of master and slave relationship. Alas, the slave is growing weaker and more weary and soon the master will have no slave to command. Instead of doom scrolling on the Internet for a goodly portion of the day, I'd do better to extend the duration and frequency of gentle exercise and include some meditation or mindfulness sessions.

By the latter I mean, simply sitting and witnessing the activity of the mind and body and not being caught up in the flurry of thoughts that is constantly erupting in my head. Such activity needs to be made a part of my daily activity. Staying healthy, as this blog is titled, is not just above being physically healthy. Body and psyche are intertwined.

Walking the Walk

I've been walking fairly regularly lately, missing the odd day here and there but no often. The circuit I walk is a distance of 2.3 kilometers and today I timed myself, roughly, at 26 minutes. This gives a walking rate of 5.3 kilometers per hour which is regarded as a brisk pace.

I completed this walk early in the morning, about 7am, but felt fatigued for the rest of the day. I just had to lay down on several occasions. Perhaps I'm walking a bit too fast. I can ease off the pace a bit and still achieve an acceptable speed of 5 kilometers an hour. I need to experiment a little.

I weighed myself this evening and came in at a hefty 76.1 kilograms which is the heaviest I've weighed since my teaching days. It wasn't all that long ago that I weighed in regularly at about 66 kilograms. This translates to a BMI of 23.99. I don't feel overweight but I am nudging the edge of the healthy BMI range:

A BMI between 18.5 and 24.9 is considered a healthy weight range for adults, according to the World Health Organization (WHO). Therefore, a BMI of 23.99 falls within the healthy weight range.

My recent regular intake of freshly prepared fruit juices fortified with oak milk may have contributed to my weight gain. I should perhaps just add water to the juices. I really would like to get back down to about 72 kilograms and this should be achievable if I start weighing myself regularly again.

I'm regularly completing my hand strength exercises and leg exercises and have added some balance and flexibility exercises as well. My suspected thymoma has been playing up a little lately but this is normal whenever I exhaust myself like I've been doing. 

I need to add more exercises to my daily routine without overburdening myself. Posting regularly to this blog is a way to reflect on my progress. As I've said before, this should be the blog to which I post most regularly but such alas is not the case. So let's include the above data points:

Date: Friday, May 12th 2023

Weight: 76.1 kg at 9pm

Walking speed: 2.3 km in 26 minutes --> 5.3 km/hr.

Resting pulse rate: 66 beats per minute

Hitting 74

I continue to ignore this blog and have wracked up the following totals for the first quarter of 2023 on this and other blogs:

• Mathematical Meanderings: 43 posts
• Pedagogical Posturing: 12 posts
• Mystical Meanderings: 6 posts
• Alternative Media: 6 posts
• Astrological Meanderings: 4 posts
• AstroWatch: 3 posts
• Staying Healthy: 1 post

As usual, this blog relating to my physical health is rock bottom. So what's the state of play as regards my health? What am I doing to stay fit? What do I weigh? I've taken to walking around the block on most days. I should measure the distance and the time it takes as I used to do back in Oz, after my retirement and enforced stay in that former penal colony. 

I do my leg stretches using the same pantihose that I pilfered from Sabina some years ago now. I try to keep my neck muscles flexible and break up the little spurs to seem to sprouting from the vertebrae. I weigh around 73 kg which is OK. I do hand squeezes using a device to keep up the strength of my grip.

I spend a large part of my life sitting in front of my laptop but I do take breaks, keeping busy with taking out the garbage, gardening and household chores in general. I should be doing more but at least I'm doing something. 

One physical problem that has arisen recently is centered on my umbilicus which can feel very tender if any undue strain is put on it. Even lifting something moderately heavy can trigger it. I used to do abdominal exercises to strengthen this area but I stopped because of the emergence of this problem. I know the groin and umbilicus area weak areas of the human body where hernias can occur.

I think some damage was caused to the umbilical muscles during surgery for the removal of my gall bladder back in 2017. The feeling I get is not really painful but it is oddly disabling as I don't feel like doing anything except to lie down. I seem to get tired more easily these days even after minor physical activity. 

So now that I'm in my 75th year of life, what can I do to improve my physical health? Certainly continuing what I'm doing is a start. That means a brisk walk of about twenty minutes duration most days, leg strengthening exercises and head rotations. It would be good to spend some time each day in a regular exercise routine but I need a suitable environment. 

Ideally, I'd like to turn the downstairs room into an exercise centre, not with exercise machines or anything like that but just a space where I have a mat and maybe soft tiles on which to perform simple exercises. I could have some music playing, a little incense etc. Creating a welcoming vibe would encourage me to establish some sort of routine that might include breathing exercises and meditation.

More time in the garden is also important. Now that a garden seat is arriving, it could be the start of a garden renaissance. This activity is good for my mental as well as my physical health. 

The Morning After

Oh dear. 15 posts to this blog for 2022 compared to 100 for my mathematics blog. It's clear where my priorities are. Nearly all my days are sober nowadays but on New Year's Eve I did cut loose and downed about one and half bottles of wine/champagne. The next morning I felt fine physically but not psychologically. For about three days afterwards, I didn't feel myself psychologically. 

Perhaps my astral body had been knocked out of alignment with its physical counterpart. I didn't feel all that comfortable in my physical body. It was only yesterday, January 4th, that I felt more or less my old self. It wasn't a comfortable experience and I'll think twice before I indulge in the demon drink again anytime soon. Perhaps the link between my astral and physical bodies is more fragile than it used to be in my youth and more easily disrupted.

I do know that I need to be more attentive to my body and more protective of it. To this end I've made my leg strengthening exercises a more or less daily routine along with some full squats and hand grip exercises. I regularly keep my neck flexible by use of appropriate stretches and rotations. I keep busy around the house, going up and down the many steps within it, which proves a good source of exercise in itself. There's a lot more I could do of course but then again any excess on my part is quickly punished. If I do expand my exercise regime, I need to do it by small increments.

My thymoma is quiescent but always present, its effects being felt whenever I put any stress on the area surrounding the solar plexus. When I was heading off to attend a twenty year reunion at a school I used to teach at, I was feeling a little nervous and had an attack of gastric reflux which was unusual for me. This might or might not have been related to the thymoma. Sometimes I forget about it altogether, for a day or two at least.

I keep clipping health articles that I come across to Pocket. I should review some of the articles here while I'm at it. Here's one that caught my attention (link):

Minute-long bursts of vigorous exercise during daily tasks linked with lower risk of death: study

“A few very short bouts totalling three to four minutes a day could go a long way, and there are many daily activities that can be tweaked to raise your heart rate for a minute or so.”

I've long believed this to be true but still fail to practise it because of an ingrained belief that I have to embark on an "exercise session" which I habitually procrastinate about undertaking. If only I could regularly undertake a brief burst of activity whenever the idea of doing so came to mind. 

This site is useful in providing specific burst activities and helpful diagrammatic summaries:

Some exercises, involving bending over, are not suitable for me. When I do this, I really feel the effects of the thymoma putting pressure on things. I'm lucky that the house I live in has so many steps, as this means that even normal movement around the house involves exercise.

Internet to the Rescue

 

The growth on my bottom eyelid had been causing me increasing trouble over the past weeks and months. Recently it the growth had become quite sensitive to the touch and contemplated seeking help at a hospital or skin care clinic. 

Fortunately I first sought help on the Internet and it was quick and easy to find. The best suggestion concerned the use of a compress made by adding grains of rice to a sock, tying it off and heating it in the microwave for about 30 seconds. The compress is then applied to the eye. I did this several times over a couple of days and miraculously the growth shrivelled and disappeared.

I shudder to think what might have happened to me had I sought "medical help" (those two words are almost an oxymoron nowadays). The experience was a valuable one in that it reminded me to attempt to heal myself first.

A Therapeutic Shot

Although it's been several weeks now since I've imbibed coffee, I decided today to indulge in a cup again in an effort to reestablish a more regular sleep pattern. For some time now I've fallen into the habit of sleeping for about four hours during the day and another four hours at night. The two periods are widely separated. 

The problem has become more acute of late as I seemed to be sleeping far more than I should be. I woke up today about 1am and normally I would have slept or still be sleeping now at 2pm. Instead I decided to drink a cup of coffee in an effort to stimulate myself to stay awake until after dark. By the time the caffeine wears off, it will hopefully be around 7pm to 8pm and I can sleep for eight or so hours and get up around 3pm to 4pm.

Balzac's work habits were legendary. He wrote from 1 am to 8 am every morning and sometimes even longer. Balzac could write very rapidly; some of his novels, written with a quill, were composed at a pace equal to thirty words per minute on a modern typewriter. His preferred method was to eat a light meal at five or six in the afternoon, then sleep until midnight. He then rose and wrote for many hours, fueled by innumerable cups of black coffee. He often worked for fifteen hours or more at a stretch; he claimed to have once worked for 48 hours with only three hours of rest in the middle. Source.

That's the plan anyway. I can only wait and see what happens. So far the caffeine is kicking in and I'm feeling "stimulated". I'm ready to write that novel that everyone has inside of them. I can understand what propelled Balzac, an inveterate coffee addict, to write as prodigiously as he did. The danger is that I'll revert to my previous addiction, a problem with every addict. While I'm tempted to indulge in an early morning cup of coffee on a regular basis, I certainly won't go back to drinking tea for the remainder of the day as I used to do. I'll stick to water.

Health-wise I seem to be OK but I find myself thinking that every twinge or pang is the harbinger of my demise. It's remarkable that my body has held up for this long (almost 74 years). I was watching a video of a young woman living in a van who a couple of years before suffered some health crisis that required the removal of her entire large intestine. She needs to use a colostomy bag for the rest of her life. It made me realise how fortunate I was to have enjoyed good health for so long. My only health crisis occurred in late July of 2016 when I needed to have my gall bladder removed. Hopefully my next health crisis will be far off and will be my last. 

Overdoing It

After feeling quite fit and healthy following my caffeine abstinence, I embarked on some reasonably intensive physical activities around the house over a couple of days. I soon payed the price and I've been feeling poorly for a couple of days now. The discomfort in my chest has returned and my energy levels are low.

I can plead guilty to most of the above. I could see that cleaning needed to be done and I determined to do it but at what cost? It's disconcerting to find myself physically challenged by activities that a few years ago I would have completed with ease. Any intense activity involving the upper body will quickly lead to chest discomfort.

Abstaining from all upper body physical exertion however, is likely to lead to an acceleration of the inevitable age-related sarcopenia. While I need to be physically active and must remember not to overdo it.