As the years have gone by, I've come to embrace what I like to call "God's gift of good enough". My attempts at cooking, crafting, gardening, cleaning, writing, etc - these things, I can accept my far from perfect attempts as "good enough". The one area that continues to be a struggle for me is my exercise routine. How can it be good enough, if the effort is not "no pain, no gain"?
During my 20s and 30s, I did aerobic workouts 5 or 6 days a week; I went speed-walking; I even used weight machines at a gym briefly. Solid workouts were a regular part of my life. Due to foot injuries a few years ago, I was forced to give up all aerobic activity other than swimming. (And I do not swim, at least not well enough to be safe in water more than neck deep. Nor do I have ready access to a pool other than the blue plastic wading variety.) Dizzy spells and back pain have put a damper on my yoga practice. Thankfully I've been able to ride my stationary bike, but recently have discovered that riding it at a pace fast enough to get a "good burn" was increasing the back pain exponentially. I can still ride, but at a snail's pace and for only about 10 minutes. When I complained about this to my friend T, she replied, "it's better than nothing!" And you know...she's absolutely right!
My body has forced limitations on me, but that doesn't mean I have to give up exercise completely. I can move my body in small ways - a few slow minutes on the bike, some arm curls or leg lifts as I fold laundry, a walk with the dog (she is an old lady dog, so it's more of a meander than a walk, ha ha!). And that can be good enough. I can celebrate small victories in my workouts, too!