I fell off the wagon...
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
My car accident injuries started acting up pretty bad about a week ago this past Friday. They tried to put me out of commission and I tend to battle that. I'm a doer! I like to do things. I make to do lists every weekend just so I can see my options of what needs to be done. I like the pride I feel when I finish the task and scratch it off the list. So I pushed and painted about lunch time last Saturday. Sunday, I cleaned and painted and tried to keep a balance of movement and rest without pissing off the injuries worse.
Monday I did really well. GO YOGA! Then, Monday night it hit. From Tuesday through this past Saturday, I was nearly worthless on all fronts. I had a bit of a recovery a little while on Friday, but Saturday morning would have been dreadful if I hadn't gotten to my massage appointment. Due to all of this, the injuries causing pain, the nausea, the restless sleep and the sleepless nights (coupled with our A/C unit breaking on Thursday), I had no real SP productivity.
I fell off the wagon really. I didn't eat much and when I did, it wasn't all bad, but not ideal. Even when I snacked I tried to make my choices carefully. I didn't exercise much at all because it hurt so bad to be awake, I was in no shape to move more than I needed. The pain becomes so unbearable. It's so exhausting.
So I'm working this week, doing my yoga, working on some cardio, and getting back on track with my diet. This was the first time since I got with SP at the end of April that I have failed to log in everything from my daily diet to tracking my fitness routine. I haven't blogged. I haven't answered blogs. I haven't taken the time to help encourage my fellow Sparkers. I haven't competed in my challenges or even answered my challenge emails.
I wonder if I should feel some guilt for falling, but I feel none. Even if I just lost my perfect consistency record, it was due to extenuating circumstances and that's that! I feel I must get back up and continue on. I must do it for my health, my son and anyone that may look at me one day and say "if she can go through all that and succeed, I believe I can, too." (Reality: not expecting that in about a million light years, but after my long time best friend saw me for the first time yesterday since March and said "Just determined to get the body that goes with that personality, ain't chya?" I feel like pressing on and floating all at the same time!)
Praise the Spark!
(LOL, forgot to spellcheck!)