A start. Two, really.

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Stairs.  I did some number of set of stairs, with boxes... heavy boxes, earlier.  While that wasn't a part of the program, it... is... a part of the program.  If nothing else, it was the sense of immediacy, when I have things to do.  Though that is not always going to be possible, when it is, that is a solid part of reaching goals.  So, beside doing the stairs, it was doing that right when it was time.  As soon as I could.

Next, as I got up to... do or check something?  Right, it is 71 outside.  I was wondering.  Overcast, with some more possibility for rain.  Though, who knows.  At elevation, maybe snow even yet?  Crazy out there, but... okay.

While up, I decided to hit the stairs, to the upstairs not downstairs this time.  I planned ten sets, a set being up and down.  I... only made it to four sets.  This time.  That first group, with foods in arms, got to me.  I suppose I might have pushed, but the problem with pushing, on steps, is... you are on steps.  As strength drains, at the rate it was drained, agility goes away.  Losing my step, for me, wouldn't, probably, be a great risk.  But, then again, a twisted ankle or broken something, could really put a hold on plans.  So... I stopped at four.  I won't hit it again, for a while.  But I could see another group, of some number, several times more today.  Maybe.

Now, how many sets of just how many I can do, per day, without causing problems?  I honestly don't know.  Health is an issue, as is condition.  What are the limits.  Beyond that, what are the limits which would allow me some quality of life?  If I work so much that I become unable to feed myself, that isn't helpful in the end.  I really don't know.  Nor do I know if I can actually improve, or how much.

I have been down, for a goodly time.  Getting back on medicine has been brutal, as usual.  But, I may be improving, acclimating to the levels, mostly.  Still troubled by the medicines, but staying on them, at the levels necessary.  If I haven't been checking bp... yet.  I... need to start that too.  But blood sugar is getting back in shape.  It was 113 at waking, and is 141 currently (without having eaten, but whatever).  I am doing what I can do.  Now to see if I can do more?  Will be trying.

Even four sets, per day?  And, if that gets easier, adding weight... a pack, or boxes of something?  Of course, at some point, sheer boredom sets in.  Then, perhaps walking, outdoors?  Maybe.  Or, driving somewhere, for short hikes... initially such easy hikes nothing is needed, but then going longer and steeper, and with water, food, rain gear, and... even just weights, or my whole gear, and food, and all.  Perhaps more.  I had been hiking with between fifty and seventy pounds, at one point... a few miles only.  Too much, at least to start.  But... I could see doing that, eventually, for ten miles... with plans on longer hikes with much less weight?  Aye.  I really could see that.

Yes.  A start.  But... can I get other things going?  Back to work in the house?  It is warmer.  That is helping.  Work.  Getting to it.  Just... getting at it.  If possible, work hours a day.  I might be becoming able again.  I'm going to give it a go.  But, I... need a little rest first.  And I am hungry.  Perhaps sardines, and water.  And a very light dose of fast acting insulin?  Yea.  Yes.  I think so.  A bit of gaming as I catch back to my next move.  Good day.