Water exercise or water aerobics is the easiest workout for people with fibromyalgia pain
Warm water can be very comforting. The exercise gets blood flow to muscles and tendons. And if you're in the water, your joints are not being stressed during exercise. Water offers resistance, which helps muscles get stronger.
You don’t need to know how to swim for a water exercise class. In some classes, you work out in shallow water with your head completely above water. In other water aerobic classes, you bob in deep water (with foam belt or life jacket).
The natural buoyancy of water helps you move so you can do exercises that would otherwise be painful. These exercises can be done with an instructor or physical therapist in a heated facility or in a pool.
We're talking 30 minutes, four times a week. That's all. It can make a big difference.
Day 7: We sit in on a staff meeting. The staff goodnaturedly correct the American manager’s Kreyol. He handles it gracefully. Iknow that this week has been stressful. Suddenly 20 nosy graduate students havedescended on his town to question the project as a whole and perhaps even hismanagement. I can see how as a young buck faced by Yalies who appear to havemore experience he could feel intimidated. We try our darndest to encourage himto apply at FES and remind him that our work has not been on the same largescale as his. Anyhoo at the staff meeting the technicians are encouraged to trychaya, a spinach-like plant that is grown as an ornamental in Haiti but whichis superduper nutritious (and yummy!) They also pass around a bag of driedmangoes, completely independent of our nagging about the mango dryer sittingaround in the tree nursery!
I finally arrive to find that we have postponed departure and that I will be going to the field with Aquilino (A) instead of Ivan (V). I am not sure I’d rather spend 12 days in the woods with: V has worked with me from the beginning and he is somewhat older and more experienced. However, he is somewhat bossy and has that uniquely Latin need for music at all times- even when I’m trying to sleep. A is much calmer and quieter and more precise. He also appears to be able to read my mind which is good because when he does talk it is way too fast for me to understand. He is also cute in a kind of big-headed Bolivian sort of way which worries me because I don’t want to spend two unshowered weeks with someone I find even remotely cute, even if it is only in a big-headed Bolivian sort of way.
We sit through a ridiculously long meeting on sportfishing, are introduced, and try to explain why the heck we’ll be wandering around the community measuring trees (and dirt, and logs, and stuff). No one wants to volunteer to help. We offer money. Still little interest. The mburumbicha’s husband offers to be our guide and we’ll have to beg more to help later. We spend the rest of the morning hammering numbered plaques to hang on the trees. I take the opportunity to introduce the guys to peanut butter. They quickly realize its curative power but it is unlikely that we will be hungry again on this trip. That afternoon we walk to our first study plot. Our experimental design is pretty flawed (ie we don’t have one) so we just walk down a trail until we find intact forest and start to measure and mark transects. Since I have never done this before and I am very bad at following directions in Spanish, I have some problems. Perhaps it’s not Spanish but Bolivian Spanish. I do not find statements like “more up” and “more down” helpful in guiding me in a flat area.
We woke up at about 6:30 to walk to the marsh to birdwatch.Neither O and I are really birdwatchers but we played along at beingsilent-sitter-ers with binoculars. D regaled us with a story about whyflamingos have red legs that are always in water, a story I was super proud tobe able to repeat to my friends later in understandable Spanish. As it turnsout all the animals went to a party. Here D expounded at length about severaldetails like the invitations, the seating configuration, and the dancesperformed with the only relevant details being that the flamingos had paintedtheir legs in red and white and black and were quite flamboyant dancers andthat the snakes got super drunk super quick. The drunken snakes determined thatthe flamingos were wearing snake skins, got super heated, and bit the flamingoswho in an effort to keep their fevers down and legs from swelling stuck them inLake Poopo in Oruro. (I don’t know if the flamingos in Florida went to adifferent party or just retired there.) On the way back to breakfast we stoppedat an almond tree where D told us that sometimes worms lived in the nuts andyou could eat them and they too tasted like almonds. I’m not sure why you wouldeat the worms instead of the nut but I did anyway much to O’s shock and horror. Besides grubs, breakfast was a delicious yucca and cheese fritter (sonso),oranges, and tea made of cedron.
Being fortified we then set off on the “interpretativetrail.” D told us all about the ajo tree which you can use to cure a snakebite, as a mosquito repellant, or an opposite sex repellant. We saw some tiger tracks (and heard the storyof the tiger caught by the Mennonites who I later visited in the zoo. Thetiger, not the Mennonites), some giant armadillo tracks, and severalinteresting trees about which I asked an appropriate amount of questions. Weran into a trail of biting ants and since we could not circumvent them becausea tree had fallen on the alternate path we rolled up our pant legs and ranthrough them. I got bitten about four times on each foot which immediatelybegan to swell but it was ok because we had arrived at the river. Again I wasfaced with the dilemma of “how appropriate is it to strip down to my undies?”We did it anyway and neared the edge. O stuck a toe in and reported that it wascold but knowing that I would never get in if I tested the water first I justjumped right in, much to O’s shock and horror. We swam for approximately tenminutes before our appendages went numb. When I came out I noticed D puttingaway his binoculars. I wonder if he was observing the lovely gringa faunabecause I was later told that Bolivian women, no matter how tight theirclothing or how short their skirts, never jump into rivers in their undies.
And we visited the ayurvedic university he has set up where he had a brief tour of the facilities. We finished up in the magical temple…a bit like a rounded wedding cake, all white and pink (for lotus blossoms) and gold, and with breathtaking views in every direction. 
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we got there about 12 oclock and then we went to eye appointment and saw the eye doc patrick he was happy with my eye but ihave to keep taking the drops 4 times a day in my eye and he was happy with the scar from the previous opertaiton. 