Thanks, Earl, for the reminder that I need to take better care of my health FOR ME. I thought of that a few days ago: Eventually , I'm going to be allowed to retire. I'm not having any luck finding a better job - so, worst case scenario, I'm trapped there until retirement age. For me, that's 67. So, I still have to get through 18 years, 11 months, and 12 days. When I finally get free of my job, I *don't* want my knees to be so bad that I can't enjoy my freedom. So I've started walking w a coworker at lunchtime, and doing a Pilates DVD at home. If I call it "physical therapy for my knees" instead of "exercise", it's easier to make myself do it.
And like I said, this no-sex thing w DH can't be forever, either. If I work on a viable plan B for moving to place I'd like better - maybe my sex life would stil be over. DH doesn't want me in bed any more, and maybe nobody else ever will, either. But I need some happy things to look forward to - maybe living in a new place, and eventually retirement.
So, yeah, I'm having a pity party, bcs it feels like my awful job and my non-sex life are gping to drag on forever. But w the job at least, I can see a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel.
