Friday, July 08, 2011
I am so going to kick my mini-plateau's butt.
I have not gained.
I have not lost.
I have gone a little over on calories, and even a little under.
I have stayed...the same.
Stable. For once, zen about my weight.
...because there was nothing I could physically do about it.
I did my best to stay low on the calorie scale, but for pity's sake it was my birthday and July 4. BBQ city!! And then there's the fact that I'm feeling again like I used to--kind of run-down, tired, less toned...more hungry.
My doctor's 'no unnecessary anything' mandate lifted, my physical therapist having given his blessing, and my stationary bike having arrived and been assembled, tonight will be my return to exercise!!
I would love to say I'm like vibrating with excitement, but the fact is that (like I mentioned however many sentences ago) I'm tired, I'm bored, and I'm feeling more hungry. So, I'm not exactly jumping out of my seat, but I am motivated. ALMOST champing at the bit.
But that 'almost' kind of bothers me. What happened to my month-long streak, my 100-day goal? Where's that energy, that enthusiasm, that positivity?
A little depression and sedentary lifestyle goes a long way, apparently.
Here's to getting back into a healthy groove!
Wednesday, July 06, 2011
Somehow, I slept 12 hours last night.
I haven't done that in years! And didn't think I would again, once I started my exercise routine a month ago...
I guess I was tired after physical therapy yesterday.
Eating yesterday went okay...I kept not feeling satisfied, though. So, I stayed within my calorie range by about 150. But still--that's a solid 150! And better than I would ever have done before!
The one major downside of my job (well, in THIS instance, anyway--normally it's a plus!) is that we are small, and we get to know our customers....and our customers tend to LOVE us. So much so, that yesterday a customer offered to buy us pizza....not realizing, apparently, that we have a working relationship with them, too, and that when he mentioned that he was getting it for US, they gave him the pizza for free! Bonus for him...temptation for us. And it was all four of us girls, yesterday...
Before you even have to ask...it was delicious. We all limited ourselves to two pieces, and I entered it right away, so I knew what I could do for dinner. (Dad wanted to get Chinese...I told him he was more than welcome, and that I just wanted a salad. Which was true, actually.)
So, I had a delicious salad last night--spinach, some thin-sliced red pepper, cucumber, and purdue short cuts (carved chicken variety)...highest-calorie thing was the ranch dressing (2 tbsp). I made sure to throw some extra chicken on here, too, to make my protein goal for the day.
Also figured out the one drawback to my eating plan: when I don't have my resources, I have GOT to pay more attention! For instance, I'm so used to my schedule of 8am breakfast, 10:30am yogurt, 12pm lunch, 5-6pm dinner, 7-8pm dessert (low-cal, promise), that this weekend was almost a total fail. Thank God, my boyfriend said something the one time: 'didn't you already eat?'
I got peeved, at first.
I was hungry! Leave me alone, you jerk! Can't a woman eat?
But before I got into a food-related-attractiveness rant (a la Ashley Judd in 'Someone Like You'), I stopped and thought about it. Of course I was hungry. I was used to being full of yummy, healthy, low-calorie food!
When I left home on Sunday night after my birthday party to spend the night at his house, I forgot my yogurt...and my healthy cheese sticks. And my granola bars. Thrown into a world of hamburgers, hot dogs, potato salad, pasta salad, and birthday cake (bf's cousin's), I was ravenous and unprepared.
Fortunately, I realized this.
I threw away the second plate I'd gotten (to be fair, it was grilled chicken and about 1/2 cup of potato salad, but still...), and skipped the cake. When he and I got home (we left a little early, both of us being tired), we each wanted a little something. So, I had a salad. Much better choice.
The learning process....it won't end, will it?
Tuesday, July 05, 2011
Okay, I'm actually still battling this depression, but...
I'm working on it!!
I ordered a stationary bike on amazon ($198, free 2-day shipping with amazon prime trial I got for being a student--heck yeah!), and it should be here either today or tomorrow! I made sure to get the recumbent bike, just like my physical therapist has...
I got clearance for some of my upper-body strength training, and now that I'm off mandatory sit-on-my-butt time (4 full days of butt-sitting will make you feel nice and lazy...), I am ready to kick it!!
Friday, July 01, 2011
At work again, and it is deadly slow...been trying to break it up by...well, breaking up my biology. You know. Breaking boredom with boredom. 'Cause that works.
I went back to the physical therapist yesterday, and we got along much better this time. I don't know if he was just upset about my having such issues, so young (because he did seem genuinely upset about that), or if it's because I was crying, or what...but we did much better last night. I even made him laugh!
There was one stretch I couldn't do, but otherwise I did alright...and although I'm somewhat stiff today, I'm not feeling a lot of pain.
I did stupidly forget my cold compress packs at home (stupid, stupid, stupid), but I'll ice at boyfriend's tonight...can't wait to see him.
My sister, the maternity nurse, demanded that I ask my physical therapist if I'm allowed to be having sex.
Yeah, she's blunt like that.
So I did. We finished up with my session, and I kinda glanced around awkwardly and said 'Uhm...so, this is really awkward, but my sister told me I couldn't leave today without asking you...am I allowed to have sex?'
He kind of smiled, and I blushed (yep. me. I blushed.), and he told me that, yes, I could have sex...and before I could quickly wrap it up, he said, 'but I'd stick to, you know, traditional missionary...'
'Yeah, that's kind of what I figured.'
'You definitely can't be on top.'
'Oh, of course. I definitely figured on that.'
'I mean, because you'd be on your knees, and with that and the...you know...bouncing...'
'Or maybe...yeah, doggie style would be okay.'
And by this time, I am ready to die of mortification, I'm sure I was beet red, and I don't even remember what I said to beat a hasty retreat.
...but too freakin funny not to share...lol
Enjoy your weekend, guys! Between the Philly trip and my birthday, it's going to be a busy one for me, so I will probably only be on to track.
Love to you!
Thursday, June 30, 2011
"...what you could possibly have done to screw yourself up this badly."
...said the physical therapist, shaking his head and rubbing his temple with the tips of two fingers.
He couldn't even look me in the eye. "I honestly don't even know what to do with you. I have no idea where to start."
I cried. He was a hardass, didn't offer me tissues until I'd already gotten off the table to get them myself. I don't know how you tell a very smiley, positive-looking 23-year-old woman that her legs are so screwed up you don't even know where to start fixing them, and not emote. Wtf.
Anyway. He had me do some stretches, and I woke up in enough pain yesterday that I had to call out of work. I couldn't have driven the 30 minutes to work. So, I called my doctor and they got me in for an appointment at 11 am. I'd taken some more pain killers by then, and was able to drive to my mom's bf's house (where she lives, as well), and he drove me. (She stayed home...hungover.)
My doctor agreed with the physical therapist's diagnosis.
I have "uncomplicated trochanteric bursitis."
(Uncomplicated, my butt. This sucks! How much more complicated it can get, I don't want to know...)
I have bursitis in both hips, treated with an injection of corticosteroids (the area was so sensitive, she had to use an infant-size needle and spray me with topical pain-reliever). It's also effecting my SI joint (the plate joint that connects my pelvis to my spine), which is off-kilter. Now I know why I've had lower back pain...
Treatment: no working out.
I cried some more.
No jogging, jumping, kicking, or "bouncing around," as the p.t. guy put it. He said I could do pool walking or bike-riding.
I have no pool. I hate bike-riding.
No strength training in my legs. No upper body or core that uses legs at all (no bent-over rows, no crunches, no bridges...)
Following the injections, my doctor told me no activity--no unnecessary walking, no prolonged standing, no lifting, bending, squatting. Nothing other than physical therapy, for the next three days. And then I can start doing the stretches she assigned.
My doctor recommended 'spinning'--exercise bike with no resistance, to music. So I'm going to poke around on Craig's List and see what I can find...
I feel like f**cking Lieutenant Dan.
"Lieutenant Dan couldn't use his legs, so he spent most of his time exercisin' his arms."
Yeah, that was intended to be funny...
But to be honest, I've been really depressed for the past few days...been low on my calorie scale, which I guess is understandable...and thank God I seem to be past the point of emotional eating...but I'm just not okay, yet.
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