Why does this matter?
My local Curves gives one (1) Curves Buck for every week that you go there three (3) times. When you have a neat little pile of them, you can trade them in for t-shirts or water bottles or whatever. That's not the important part.
The important part is that my Curves Buck means that three times this week, I wrestled my schedule into submission, shoved aside the fibro fatigue, told the low-level pain to step the hell off, and I walked 1.3 miles, had my doctor-recommended low-impact resistance-training workout, and walked 1.3 miles back.
It means that I am putting my health first, even when it's hard - exercise is crucial to managing fibro, exercise and rest. I'm pushing aside all the Stuff What Needs Doing and putting self-care, taking care of this fragile gimpy body, first.
This is hard, this change in my life. Going from Superwoman to this, to wondering every morning if I'll be able to walk downstairs without pain, if I can push back fatigue enough to put away the laundry, if I'll have the arm strength to lift the coffeepot. Some days are better than others. Some days are almost normal. And it's taking care of my body, actively doing so, that makes that happen.
And I will be damned if I won't do everything I can to give myself a life.
So I have a Curves Buck. (Yes, Robyn, I can has Curves Buck!) And it shines as brightly as the gold stars I got in kindergarten. Because, small as it may seem to some - I worked for that, and it means something.