Jacki Donaldson is a woman I admire and a survivor.
I could think of no better person to write today’s post and am honored she agreed to do so.
There are several reasons I exercise.
I do it to maintain my weight (and sometimes to lose weight).
I do it for my mental health — I feel so much better after drenching myself in workout sweat.
I do it for my heart, too (just learned I have a resting heart rate of 47 and that makes me happy).
Most important, though, I exercise because I believe it’s keeping cancer away.
You see, I’ve had breast cancer (it got me almost 60 months ago), and research tells me that five vigorous hours of exercise a week can cut my chances of recurrence by something like 50 percent.
The way I see it, if I were to *not* exercise, it would be like taking a doctor’s prescription, crumbling it up and tossing it in the trash.
I didn’t ditch my prescription for chemo, or radiation, or physical therapy, or the anti-depressant that helped me rebound from cancer terror — why would I ignore the fact that fitness can keep me cancer-free?
Now, I don’t claim to be a perfect exerciser. But I do throw on a sports bra and shorts and lace up my running shoes every day, and I do something.
Lately, I’ve been walking a 3.5-mile course right after I drop my kids at school. Then I go home and run a mile on my treadmill, and when I’m really ambitious, I crank out maybe 20 push-ups (knees only), a couple minutes of planks and maybe some squats and lunges.
This will all change when I get bored — I might swim some, bike some hills and on October 24, I’ll run a 5K for breast cancer.
I’ve cycled through all kinds of workout schemes, from gyms (hate ’em) to trainers (can’t afford ’em) to DVDs in the living room (love Hollywood trainer Jeanette Jenkins).
The point is not that I’m a hard body, just that I’m engaging in purposeful movement to the point that it might, just might, save me from another dance with the C-word.
I should also mention that a healthy diet is key here, too. No amount of strenuous exercise is going to rescue me if I’m scarfing down Little Debbie’s and Doritos.
So I don’t.
But, you know, more on that later if MizFit decides I’m allowed to drop back by (Yes, please!!).
When Jacki isn’t warding off cancer with exercise, the Gainesville, Fla. girl is managing the antics of two little boys, hanging out with her hubby and writing and editing for That’s Fit, Braving Boys, my Breast Cancer blog and PlanetKid.