My PD diagnosis two years ago was a wake-up call. I look after myself assiduously these days: I try and eat well, rest properly and, of course, I exercise. I'm not terribly fit because I didn't exercise until the last five years (three years before diagnosis, I lost a ton of weight on purpose and joined the gym). I've not got much stamina or endurance but I'm much fitter than I was.
The last couple of weeks have been very busy and I've allowed bad habits to creep back. I work part-time but I did extra days, with some late nights at work hunched over a keyboard, junk food and no exercise. By the end of last week I wasn't in great shape and my mobility really deteriorated. I was shaky and wobbly. So, taking myself in hand, I made exercise the priority over the last three days and the change has been rapid. My drug of choice in the gym is fast cycling to get my heart rate up, followed by some work on the mat. Today, my mobility is nearly back to as normal as it gets for me again - a bit slow but steady and I feel much better. But lesson learned: PD doesn't take a day off. But I will: I'm not going back to work until Wednesday!