I thought I was squeaking by when it comes to my weight–holding steady. Hmmm, guess not. I stepped on the scale this morning and I’m up three pounds from last week. Here I thought I was managing well enough these past few months without consistent exercise due to injuries. Add in the fact that I’ve been a little more lax than I should be with my eating (didn’t gain over the holidays!) but I haven’t reverted back to my old food habits exactly either.
I’m so upset that I feel (and to a point am) broken in so many areas of my body right now, then there’s this news. It’s exhausting. I’ve been in a constant battle with my body for awhile now. Either I was battling with issues I can’t see (cholesterol levels) or visible weight gain, it’s always something.
I know my struggle to lose weight wouldn’t be easy, but it’s exhausting and frustrating!
Still, I’m not throwing in the towel. I logged into My Fitness Pal this morning and entered my breakfast. Are you on My Fitness Pal? If you are, are we friends over there? If not, I’d love to follow your progress! You’ll find me under FitCurlysue in that part of the internet.
Just like I posted yesterday, I’m gonna make this happen.
That’s my new battle cry of sorts that I need to remember now because I need to vent about my past two weeks. And go!
I’m still off pace. I haven’t gone to the gym…to be honest I’m nervous and a little scared. My food habits have swung left and right, but rarely hit healthy straight down the middle. I know I need to nip the junk train in the bud when I’m going through a stressful time because that doesn’t help me. But, most of all, work has been an utter shit can that leaves me exhausted when I leave every evening. Not to mention the red/dry eyeballs from staring at the computer all day. I’ve had so much pile up on my desk at once that I’ve neglected to take breaks, get up and move, drink more water, you name it because I’m just go-go-go-go. I know this isn’t a good thing. It’s times like this I wish my office had a door so I could close it (lock it), take a break and just close my eyes so I can rest them a second. Because retreating to the bathroom so you can rest your peppers is kinda creepy to do!
But in latest news…
- Went through a fit test at work (held back tears)
- Allowed my physical therapist to dry needle my left calf for the plantar fasciitis issue (that was an experience)
- Believe I’m also experiencing plantar fasciitis in my other foot (or it’s all in my head because I’m so paranoid about it)
- Still dealing with an extremely tender right wrist-can’t put weight on it-from an ongoing Workman’s Comp claim at work (possible carpel tunnel stuff)
- Turned down the pizza offering at work this afternoon (from a local place that tastes like cardboard–otherwise I would have opened the trap door and downed a slice!)
- Decided to bite the expensive insurance deductible bullet and made an appointment to see a foot doctor
All but one of those was a positive. The positive being I knew the pizza was nasty so I didn’t mindlessly eat it just to eat it! It’s just been that kind of “season” for me these past two weeks. I’m hoping it turns around soon because I’m tired of feeling broken. I already have to deal with my weight as an issue but the added physical injuries make it even worse.
How’s your week been?
Lay it out. I just vented. Go ahead! I’ll support you!
P.S. We’re supposed to get snow tonight through Saturday morning off and on. I’m hoping for at least 6″ like the weatherman says we might get. Please oh please. I need a day off to make it a long weekend!
My current best friend — a bag of frozen peas.
It’s been one of those weeks
folks friends peeps. I realized around, say, Wednesday I haven’t exercised since the New Year’s Day 5K. Why you say? My foot is why. I have plantar fasciitis in my left foot and that 5K messed me the hell up. It took two days for my foot to return to somewhat normalcy, well if having plantar fasciitis is normal and you still hobble around sometimes, and it sucked. I’ve also noticed over the past two weeks my ankle on that same foot hurts, but it’s not swollen. It doesn’t hurt if I touch it, poke it or even squeeze it so I don’t think I injured it per se…but it’s just not quite right. I should get an X-ray. Yes, I know this. I’ve used some Aleve and occasional icing but I’m hoping with some ice-a-thons this weekend it will finally clear up. Normally I’m not this stubborn when it comes to physical pain but I’m trying to avoid bills if I can help it. With the start of the new year my lovely insurance now that costs an arm, leg and a foot (haha) until I hit $1,500 for a deductible, plus co-pays.
If your foot hurts then your whole body hurts. Yes, indeed.
I come home and crash on the couch because my entire left foot is pissed off. At work my foot will bother me while I’m sitting in my chair. The irritation even makes me fuss at times when I sleep because I can feel the discomfort. And forget a weekend day full of errands, some shopping and out-and-about for the afternoon, no bueno.
The lack of exercise also means I’ve already fallen off my commitments I set for myself in 2014 under the health and fitness category. I’m not throwing away the year, no way, but I’m sure bummed that it didn’t start off with the bang I fully intended to.
Here’s the question:
Why is that now, when I’m basically immobile for cardio and strenuous sessions, I want nothing more than to hit the treadmill to sweat it out, clean my house from top to bottom or do a Zumbathon?
I. don’t. get. it.
And that mile is just as far, no matter your pace!
I saw that Roni snagged this from Pinterest (as did I) and loved her pledge to stop thinking about “the onlys”. This was such a great reminder for myself because, I must admit, I’ve been thinking this way about how the race went. Sure, would I rather have a quicker finish time, yes; however, the miles I covered were just as far as the first place finisher who completed the 5K in only 20 minutes.
If anything I need to proudly state…
I finished a 5K in the damn cold and wasn’t DFL!
I learned what DFL meant on the day of the race. It made me giggle when my walking partner, whom I buddied up with half way through the course, proclaimed at least we weren’t going to be last! Exactly, there’s that too!
So to my 16:30 min mile in the race on New Year’s Day…it’s okay!