When a Spoonie Exercises…

Content Warning: There will be use of language in this post that some may consider unsavory or offensive. Curse words, I mean curse words. 

Exercise is important. We all know that, we’ve heard it many times. It helps with circulation, muscle tone, and sends lovely endorphins coursing through your body. It helps keep your blood pressure, blood sugar, and cholesterol levels in check. Plus, it gives you an excuse to wear your favorite yoga pants and sport a messy bun (which I do constantly anyway). It’s also used as a favorite bit of unsolicited advice given by abled people to explain why us disabled and/or chronically ill people are still disabled/chronically ill.

Being able to exercise is a privilege. You probably didn’t realize that, especially since so many people dread exercising and have to talk themselves into doing it. That’s why gyms start gimmicks such as giving out free pizza at the door just to try to get people in to exercise. However, just because someone isn’t exercising in the way you think they should or to the extent that you think they should, does not automatically indicate laziness or a lack of desire. Not everyone’s bodies are capable of withstanding exercises.

There are many spoonies out there who have what’s called exercise intolerance, where their bodies essentially freak out if they try even simple exercises. I am one such spoonie. Luckily, one of my medications helps me with my exercise intolerance and allows me to do some small simple strengthening activities, but it is slow going. The past week I have been able to exercise a total of 15 minutes a day! To a non-spoonie, that doesn’t seem like much at all. For me, it’s like I’m climbing freaking Everest every single day. It is difficult, it is exhausting, and I face many, many set backs.

So, I thought it would be fun, and educational, for me to share a bit of what goes on in my head as I attempt my exercises each day, to maybe help paint a picture of how difficult even small amounts of activity can be for a spoonie. Try not to take any of it too seriously, I surely don’t.

3:00 pm- “I should probably do my exercises so that I have time to recover before dinner.” *stares blankly at the closet where my exercise equipment is held*

3:15 pm- “Ok, I definitely should start exercising now. Here goes nothing.” *I put on a bra, a dreaded task, and slowly rise up out of bed. I carefully peel each electrode pad from my tens unity off of my body and place them tenderly on their plastic protectors. After a quick trip to the restroom, since standing up makes me have to pee due to a stretchy bladder, I’m ready to go.*

3:20 pm- *I pull my extra large yoga mat out of my closet and unroll it on my floor. Already my heart rate is climbing.* “Surely this counts towards my exercises.”

I proceed to begin my exercises given to me by a physical therapist:

–hip stretches– “shoulders back, am I winging? Shit, I’m hyper-extending. Engage the core, re-position my rib cage, there’s that winging again…oh crap, tuck in my chin, no swan necks. Ok, stretch….dammit, hyper-extending again!”

–back twist– “how far should I twist? How far is normal? Oops, was that a good pop or a bad pop? Ugh, hyper-extending again, engage your damn core.”

–hip raises– “which muscles am I supposed to be working here? My thighs? That feels interesting. My back? Nope, that hurts. My stomach? That seems right…oh crap, I went to0 far again. Pull in your belly button, engage your core.”

–arm & leg extensions– “Ok, engage the core, don’t hyper-extend your back…good, wait, what is that clicking sound…why is my hip clicking?” *moves leg in different directions until clicking stops* “ah, ok, so that’s how hips are meant to move…crap, forgot to engage the core again. Oh man, I don’t even know what my shoulders are doing right now. How do normal people move their arms?? Dammit, ENGAGE YOUR CORE!”

–plank– “Where are my shoulders supposed to go? Are they winging? I can’t feel if they are winging! I need a spotter just for my shoulder blades. Crap, engage your core, your butt is dropping. Shit, tuck in your chin, no swan necks.”

–child pose– “ah, this feels nice. Why can’t all exercises feel like this? Surely this is building up some kind of muscle.”

–standing to roll up the mat– “ok, remember to rise up slowly….” *sits back down until spots leave the field of vision* “ok, let’s try that again…slowly” *rolls up the mat while trying not to pass out as room spins around me and my heart rate increases*

–recumbent bike– “Start slow, don’t push too hard. Easy going…why does my hip keep popping?” *quick adjustment* “That’s better. Crap, stop freaking hyper-extending your back! ENGAGE YOUR DAMN CORE!!! God, my head hurts…there’s that swan neck again…I don’t even care what my shoulders are doing anymore…are my eyes shaking? Can eyes shake? Why do they feel like they’re shaking? Ok, don’t just stop, cool down…I think I’m cool enough.”

3:40 pm- “Let’s check my heart rate. 170? Ok, maybe the bike was a bad idea. How long was I on it…5 minutes?!?! Ugh! I need water, and salt, and my heating pad, and my tens, and sleep.” *I lay back on my bed, allowing my heart rate to calm down to its normal rate. The room is spinning and my eyes still feel like they are shaking. I am hot and cold at the same time.*

*As I slip back into my comfort zone, I quietly whisper to myself, “engage your damn core.”*


Now, not all spoonies will experience the same things as they exercise. Since I have Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, part of my battle is trying to figure out how to move my joints without hyper-extending them, the other part is trying not to pass out thanks to POTS. That 15 minutes of exercise uses up about half of my spoons for the day.

All of that to say: if you ever feel the need to tell someone that they aren’t trying hard enough to get better, please remember that things that may come easily to you (such as standing up without passing out) do not always come easily to others. For my fellow spoonies out there, whether you can exercise 5 minutes a day, an hour, or not at all, you are a warrior and you are rocking it. And, remember, it’s ok to laugh at yourself once in awhile. 😉

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I am a mother, partner, teacher, daughter, writer, and blogger. I'm working on turning my private hobby into a public one, whether the public asked for it or not. I have a BA in theatre and a Master's in Education (with a Montessori integration), making me a highly overqualified internet ranter.

8 thoughts on “When a Spoonie Exercises…

  • September 27, 2017 at 7:03 pm

    Thanks for the article post.Really looking forward to read more. Keep writing.

  • September 30, 2017 at 1:41 am

    Such a great post and exactly what goes through my head when exercises (damn core!) I also have EDS (classical) as well as a degree in theater and English education! I just found your blog and I’m enjoying it immensely–so relatable!

  • October 12, 2017 at 4:51 pm

    4 years ago, I was a competitive bodybuilder. Then I hit 60, and bounced. From training 6 days a week for a couple of hours at a time, I’m lucky to get in half an hour 2-3 days a week. I’ve fought intestinal hemorrhaging, a mini-strike, complications from earlier damage to my spine, and now, something called Chronic Inflammatory Demyelinating Polyneuropathy. I’m lucky if I can stand and walk 5 minutes at a time (and I fall, usually because of my right knee collapsing 2-3 times a week). Yet, I still look reasonably healthy for 63. However, I live in a small town, so everyone has seen me go from bodybuilder to a wheelchair, and that’s frustrating as hell.

    Thank you for this article. It says SO much!

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