If I've learned one single thing over the past year, it's been to PACE myself. I honestly never realized just how much I needed to slow down in order to breathe better.
In the beginning, that is, before COPD, my normal pace was to walk fast. Anything I did was at a rapid speed, and I took pride in being able to get things done quickly. This was something I did without any conscious thought and there were innumerable times when someone would ask me if I always walked that fast. I'd always reply that I didn't realize that I was.
After COPD, I had the hardest time breathing because my pace hadn't slowed to accommodate the decreased lung function. After several years of stubbornly refusing Pulmonary Rehab, and being miserable with my declining health, I finally surrendured and let go of the denial.
I enrolled in Pulmonary Rehab in my area, and it made a huge difference in the quality of my life. I learned how to breathe out during exertion and breathe in for recovery. I learned breathing techniques and finally learned the importance of pacing myself to make my life easier.
Over the past year, I have been forced to move even slower, now at a snail's pace. The surprising benefit that I found is better breathing. It took broken bones to make me pace even more, and move even more slowly while doing things. I feel pretty comfortable doing the snail's pace, and I don't feel embarrassed as I had previously. I guess there's been that pesky pride thing going on that didn't want anyone to think I was less of a person because I had to go slow. I had to learn the hard way, as most lessons are learned, that pride never helped me breathe better.
I am learning on a daily basis, ways to take care of myself, and make lemonade out of lemons.
~Eileen
