I always believed that if I was a healthy person. Never visited a doctor more than once in 2 years till about 6 months ago. A painful little toe changed my life. In 4 months, I had 3 rounds of blood tests, 2 x-rays and 2 ultrasound scans. Turned out I was anaemic, I was vitamin deficiency and in need of medical attention. I was diagnosed with Inflammatory Arthritis.
My body was punishing me for not respecting it. I had not exercised ever in my life. The time had come. It was now or never. I realised that I needed to be healthy to be able to take care of my children. The thought of being unable to do that, the most important part of my life, was frightening.
It was not too late, I told myself and enrolled in for fitness classes. This was probably was the 1st time I did something for myself and it felt right. It was hard. But, I didn't give up. My children encouraged me to attend these classes even if it meant late dinner for them.
Like every normal person, I was shattered with I heard my doctor tell me the prognosis. It felt unfair. I'm a mother to two young children. I can't fall ill. And I am not even that old. Is this it??? Am i never going to be able to dance or run??? Not that I do either anyways..But still...
I had 2 choices. Either I give up on myself and succumb to self pity and depression or fight. I chose the latter as I always have been a fighter.
It has been a month now since I have started to work out and a fortnight since I have started medication. Life is almost back to normal again. I feel healthy and rejuvenated.
I have come to realise that my body and it's health is my responsibility and I will treat it with utmost respect.
