Here is how flexible I am. This afternoon I had my back pretty much flat against the closed toilet lid. My legs were splayed out in front of me, my sock-covered feet reaching the tiled floor beyond the throw rug in front of the toilet. My two arms held me in this position, hands locked around two grab bars.
I honestly don't think it is getting harder to get up off the floor. I had no problem during an early fall last week. I have just had two times where it was a real struggle; both times I was sweaty and out-of-breath when I regained my seat.
Is this what they mean by floor exercises?
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