Brian’s fitness journal after a brain stroke
Lawn mowing sounds simple, right? Fire up the mower, walk in straight lines, and admire the results. For most people, maybe! But when you’re living with chronic kidney disease, mowing the lawn is less of a weekend chore and more of a strategic endurance event, complete with nutrition planning, weight monitoring, and the kind of careful snack selection that would make a nutritionist both proud and slightly nervous.
Here’s the thing: I get tired faster than your average healthy adult. That’s just the reality of CKD, and I’ve made my peace with it. So rather than throw up my hands and let the grass grow into a lion-worthy savannah, I’ve spent years training to build up muscle mass and endurance. And it works! I feel noticeably stronger than I used to. The catch? More muscle means more nutrition needed, and when you’re adding physical activity like mowing on top of an already-restricted diet, the math gets tricky.
Last summer was a real lesson in the delicate art of weight management. With my protein intake limited by my kidney condition, recovering from physical exertion is genuinely hard. I can drop five pounds in a single week if I’m not careful, which is exactly the kind of dramatic number that makes my doctor raise an eyebrow and pick up the phone. So during the warmer months, I snack strategically throughout the day.
And I do mean strategically. It turns out the snack aisle is full of landmines when you have CKD. Bananas? Potassium. Cantaloupe? Also potassium. Those bright, cheerful, colorful vegetables? Phosphate. Even ice cream, the one food that feels universally harmless, came with a gentle but firm talking-to from my doctor when it started affecting my liver function. So I rotate. I experiment. And I’ve settled into a habit of making small pastry bites each week. They’re my secret weapon: portable, reliable, and doctor-approved-adjacent.
This past mowing session, I grabbed my water and pastry bites and headed out to tackle the first mow of the week. The weather cooperated beautifully, not too hot, not too cold, just that sweet spring window before the humidity rolls in and turns yard work into a sauna experience. Two hours later, I had finished roughly half the yard. My reward? A weight check showed I’d gained 2.6 pounds over yesterday, nudging me a little closer to my target range. Not quite there yet, but progress is progress.
Next up: strawberries. I’m thinking a smoothie, strawberries, juice, yogurt, all blended into something cold and celebratory. Half a lawn, a small weight gain, and a smoothie on the horizon. Some days, that’s what winning looks like.
Until next time,
— Your friendly neighborhood lawn warrior (half done, fully determined)