I've begun to wake up in the night with aching hips. I can't get comfortable to save my soul. I wind up spending a lot of time tossing and turning.
Now, I'm a person who will avoid doctors as long as humanly possible. My philosophy is that when you start seeing a doctor regularly, they are invariably going to find something wrong with you. So, I was reading up on my situation. I was guessing some amount of arthritis, and I know from an physical therapy point of view, the recommendation is to keep as active as possible to keep the joint well lubricated with the synovial fluid our own body creates.
It has been hot here, and so walking at the beginning of the day is the sensible thing to do. The problem is that when you spend an hour or two wide awake in the middle of the night, it makes it tougher to argue yourself out of bed in the morning when it is coolest. A real conundrum.
Of course, the less active you are, the more pounds tend to creep on. Another problem. My mother was morbidly obese and her activity so curtailed at the end of her life, that weight gain always raises the specter of me heading down the same path, a depressing thought.
I was talking about it to Tim. I said that I really needed to have someone to hold me accountable, a reason to force myself out of bed in the morning, no matter how tired I am. "Want to walk with me in the morning?"
I'm beginning to think that the man may have been a drill sergeant in a previous life.