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  • “Don’t let what you cannot do interfere with what you can do.”

     John Wooden
    (Championship Basketball Coach)


    art 3When I weighed 317 pounds, one thing I couldn’t do was move. My mind was ready to get going, but my body still wasn’t in its usual hair-on-fire mode.

    Not letting what I could not currently, physically do interfere with what I was presently capable of doing was tough.

    I’d been laying low and hadn’t written for several weeks due to extensive traveling and some surgery on my legs. The operation was something I thought would be a piece of pie, but, boy, was I mistaken. The whole thing knocked me for a loop till about my sixth week post-op. It wasn’t until my eighth week that I finally felt almost normal again.

    Arriving in Florida mid-January – about a week prior to my procedure, preparations kept me hopping till my Monday afternoon surgery. After that, I was in a haze for a few days before I decided, for mental preservation, that it was time to stop taking the painkillers and whatever else the Doc had me on to “make me comfortable.” Instead of alleviating the pain, all that stuff seemed to do was make me crabby and stupid and who needs that.

    For the few weeks prior to my procedure, I made sure to build my daily walking mileage totals higher than usual to “hold me over” till I could resume my regular walking schedule a week after surgery.

    I rarely get sick (touch wood) and to be down an entire week without walking gives me tremendous agida, makes me incredibly nervous, highly irritable, super cranky, totally outta sorts, and is absolutely unheard of for me. This was the first time in the years since I began walking daily that I took so many consecutive days off.

    It only took a day or two for this involuntary vegging to set me into panic mode, making me think that my walking, writing and creating Mojo – from lack of daily use – were on permanent hiatus – just when I needed them most.

    So, I decided working some real basic crossword puzzles would help exercise my mind and snap it back into sharper focus. Thankfully, after a few days and eight-bazillion puzzles later, this tactic worked. My brain began cranking out ideas, albeit, not with the usual left, right and center rapidity that I’m used to, but the ideas were creatively cranking, nonetheless.


    A week passed and by the time Sunday rolled back around I knew it was time to get my butt out the door on a much-needed, shorter-than-I’m-used-to walk. Legs still screaming-sore from the surgery, I eased myself back into the swing of my daily walking routine – making up my mind to do it – just like that.

    A mile and a half was about all I could muster the first day, but it was a wonderfully sweet mile and a half. Thankfully, Florida’s warm winter sunshine and the Gulf of Mexico’s wicked-wild surf pulled me along.

    The next day I walked for four miles, then pushed five the day after that.

    The fourth day of walking was another matter, altogether. I just didn’t have it in me that morning to go five, or even four miles – I barely squeezed off three and a half. But, what mattered most was that I walked – daily.

    I had nine more days left in Paradise and one thing’s for sure – I knew I would start each day off with a long beach walk because it’s the only thing for me to do to keep the 150 pounds I shed from ever coming back – and following a consciously controlled low carb lifestyle along with it.

    Sometimes after a major set back you just gotta dig your heels back in.

    Begin again, right where you are standing and go forward. Your Mojo will return. Trust me.

    “Don’t let what you cannot do interfere with what you can do.”

    Get out there and just do it . . . for the health of it!