Journey Back

It couldn't have been more eye opening, or more painful literally and figuratively ( no pun intended) when the masseuse told me I was at "ground zero" with my health, a term used too frequently for emphasis these days. But I suppose it fit the crime. When asked if I hurt anywhere I sheepishly replied "sure, my lower back...a little bit". Little did I realize when the Romanian born masseuse began to work on my lower back did I expect such pain, emotionally and physically. Seems my back is in dire straits and my muscles are "frozen". I searched my brain for what he meant by "frozen". Was there an American word that he meant to say instead of "frozen". No chance of that since he has been in the US for 12 years. Tears flow easily while facing down it seems. I was glad that he was not seeing the "wake up call" that I now was facing. How did I get here? Sure I could pile up my excuses and they all sounded darn good but truth was I just had myself too blame. Later while heading back to our room at the resort, I was almost excited to tell my husband of my "frozen" state but realized I was simply trying to motivate myself toward what I already knew. I vowed to start somehow and envisioned the great "thaw out" of my frozen muscles. Could I do it?