In the last 30 years I’m proud of/grateful for: my lungs.
Sure, they’re not perfect. My life would be very different if they were. But in spite of their inherent flaws, I’m doing the best I can with them. Doing as much as I can with them. I’ve played countless sports in my life and enjoy pushing my lungs to their limit through exercise. And while I can’t push them as far as I used to, they’re doing pretty darn well at performing at the level I demand of them.
How I celebrated my lungs: yesterday I went to water aerobics and exercised them for an hour. I’m lucky to be able to do that and am looking for every opportunity my body lets me take to push my lungs through exercise. Yes, I coughed a lot, but that was the goal.
