News from NanaBanana

Our Lynn had  knee scope on Monday. Tuesday was the first day after the scope and the first day of rehab. No weight baring for four months--at the very least.

Our Lynn is a lot like her dad was. Out in Farmington NM the guys at the Halliburton camp put up speed signs to remind Jerry that the speed limit was only 15 miles an hours in the lot. He walked fast.  I kinda learned from him and he learned from his dad.

After living with a father that thought the sidewalk was a NASCAR racetrack, Lynn is having trouble being slow on those crutches, to the point that -- well it;s just scary she is so fast on them. No rehab tomorrow so she will have some time to rest her muscles.

I know without a doubt that the Fairy Princess runs in February will see Our Lynn pacing herself so she can get another tatoo of Mickey Mouse on her ankle.

There for a while Andrew ran with them and then it has only been Nonie and Lynn. They both ran 19.3 miles this last February. I didn't go to the place because there is no where to sit because everyone there is going to run.

She goes to boot camp three nights a week and keeps herself in shape. So proud. I've even gotten to the gym myself. Made it yesterday for the treadmill yesterday and I'll go again tomorrow and then Sunday afternoon.

While my husband was so ill, I didn't do much and I lost a lot of muscle so I'm working out now.

I really enjoy going there because all the staff is so helpful and kinda laid back, but so willing to help when I need it. So if you want to work out find the one like I go to--Planet Fitness. I really like it. And by the way, they don't know I've put this in the blog.

I used to run up and down the stairs and climb onto the counter to clean the cupboards. Mow the grass and carry 300 feet of hose from the only water hydrant we had so I could water the garden, so I didn't need a workout place, but I sure do now..

Let you know how things go tomorrow at PF.

NanaBanana

NanaBanana--the birthday party

I was invited to my adopted sisters granddaughters birthday for last Saturday.

Do you remember going to the side show and it was filled with mirrors and you had a hard--extremely hard time finding your way out?

Saturday that's the way it felt for me. I went round and round the merry go round. It wasn't really the merry go round but real close. I must and gone around all the buildings at the fair grounds at least fourteen times.  It was at least 120 degrees so it was HOT. O never did find them there.

I had to come home and send Martina a phone call to tell her I was not feeling well and that I would go to her house on Sunday and take the gift.

She didn't find my message until she got back from the movie she and her family went to. So I missed the birthday party AND the movie.

Talk about feeling like a punkin head.

I couldn't go on Monday because my Lynn had knee surgery on Monday which was today. 

Martina and Abrianna I promise that I will be there tomorrow by 3.30.

My husband and Martinas husband cannot understand our relationship. We just clicked and have been close friends ever sense. Sometimes I think that we might really be sisters. I may not call her for weeks and yet when we get together we can talk about good stuff for a long time.

An awesome sistershood.

NanaBanana,

NanaBanana News--Exercise

Last week I started working out with the trainer at the gym. She is very good about asking questions that tells her what I needed to start with. Five minutes on the treadmill, 15 pushes on the other things for the quads and the cardio and the chest and the butt. Oh, my, so much to remember The days were Monday and Tuesday and Then Thursday. Friday it was good. Saturday, I had to get the cane out again and today also.

Trainer at the gym will have to take the time for me to tell her what's been going on with my lower back. I have a feeling that she knows EXACTLY what is needed. Of course, I probably will find it hurts for a little while and before those 15 reps are over it will feel a whole lot better.

I've been looking at the outfits that the girls wear to work out. I mean, ummm, I can't wear thinks like that. Not that I have seen anything revealing (that's not allowed in this gym), but it's all at knee height and well fitting t-shirts. 

Have you ever seen an old ladies legs? I don't have cellulite or scars, but I do have spider veins all up and down my legs. I mean really--who wants to show off legs that look like I got a lot of bad tattoos. I think this is a family trait because my dad's sister and her daughter had the same thing. So, I wear capris and baggy t-shirts and come home and put something else on.

Since I don't sweat much, I don't need to take a shower and wash my hair. If I need to stop at the bank or run into the grocery store for something to cook I can do that.

To sum this all up----
I need to workout or treadmill it every day but Sunday and maybe even then as they are open til 7 then---I need to drink lots of water and eat well and I will live to be a much older old lady

NanaBanana 

Three Times with the trainer.

Today was a doozie! All these machines that are so far off the ground that I have to almost jump into
seats. Here I am swinging my feet off--not touching the floor. I am so glad that the trainer was not around calling me "Sweetie or Honey" . I'm not six I'm a great grandma. I like being a grandma and then when the gg's came along it just got better.

But back to the gym. This one has those treadmills that look like a giant should be using them--and imagine that some of the guys are tall. Me? I'm five foot two. But that's better than mom--she was four foot eleven. Missed the treadmill today so maybe tomorrow.

I was waiting for the trainer and before she got the other person she is training, this guy who was so full of himself, came to the door and opened it with his shoe--that was on his feet. I don't know if he was just tired or he did it to get everyone's attention. I looked around and no one's eyes were  following him as he left the parking spot--or even the parking lot.
Then on to the torture --no not really, but I must admit that that was going thru my mind.

First one was as far away from the front door as you can be. I looked up and saw the sign on the door--EXIT that;s what was painted with a big brush with obviously black paint on it.

I got into the first machine of the day and worked on the front's of my legs. Did good. Next machine was to work on the backs of your legs. Not bad. I knew as soon as she brought out those dumbbells I was in trouble. One for each hand. Got the knees relaxed after I had a good talk with them, and then it was straight out with the bells and back again SLOWLY.

Did that ten times. not too bad either. Then we held onto a--like a chair--and mad our feet look like a fourth of a pizza. And then that a food and swing it up and back down SLOWLY.

I think it was the SLOWLY part that was making it harder to do.

I betcha that doing things like that is what's gonnsa get me back into shape.

NanaBanana telling it like it is

NanaBanana News----Gym!

I might not like this next week.  Well, to tell the truth I know I will not think that cardio and chest exercise is something that I REALY want to do. I've always been active just not in the gym. When we lives in England I carried the six bags of groceries to the car twice a week. I ran up the stairs and down the stairs without falling.

Now, not so much running -- mostly sitting on my bum and reading, knitting, crocheting, or thinking about the next painting that is almost ready to be taken to the studio to be painted.

My husband had dementia that turned into Alzheimer's, and for six years or something like that I spent all my time preparing food, getting drinks, milk shakes, meds, bathing him and all the other things that have to be done by the family caregiver.

I am so glad that I had those last few months with him. He had digressed back into a two year old, but he smiled a lot and I sat and watched him a lot. He got his days and nights mixed up. 

And because I didn't climb the stairs to the upstairs rooms five or six times a day, or run out to the garage, or stand while I canned vegetables. I lost a goodly amount of muscle.

Hence the time at the guy. It took me two years to get enough strength to even think about stepping foot into a gym. The one I'm going to has trainers there that will help me. I don't really want to have huge arms and legs. I just want to be not so jiggley. You ladies know what I mean. Think--the underarms that flap and almost hit you in the nose. The blobs that swish against each other as we walk. Or have the "no breath" syndrome from bringing in the groceries so I can put them away.
In other words I want a body that looks good and can take care of business without having to take a nap every afternoon.

I will keep you advised.

More later, Nana