Keep moving. This means you, not just somebody, you, M S or not. Even if you don’t give a flying crap about M S, keep moving. Don’t wait for the wheelchair, or, if you’re in a wheelchair, don’t wait for the bed. Or, if you’re in bed, don’t wait for death. It’s not like going to Derby for the week-end, as my gran used to say.
At first, young and recently diagnosed, you might go to the gym. I suppose someone does. But you don’t need to torture yourself. Just do more today than you did yesterday. Go for a swim, ride a tricycle or share a tandem, get a dog so you have to go for a walk every day, play a piano to keep your fingers moving, dance in your wheelchair, make love, get someone to move your legs and arms up and down in bed till you get breathless, go to a show and laugh till you are weeping and rolling around on the floor, tap your foot to music. Ride a horse, do disabled winter sports, go fishing or bird watching.
Honestly, it doesn’t matter what you do. It’s not likely that you’ll be strong enough to cause yourself a sports injury.Just move something, and then tomorrow move it some more.
Don’t wait for death.
And, while you’re about it, the grass doesn’t cut itself, you know.