Falling off the wagon doesn't mean failure
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
There is no spoon-- oops, I mean wagon.
Revelation right there. I got into a car accident in September that like...tramautized me. I was unhurt physically, but I had a mondo anxiety attack on the scene. But the very very (hot-erm-cute-erm) helpful paramedics talked me out of it.
Afterwards I sort of...gave up? Or at least, stopped tracking. I still made...mostly...sensible decisions. The nail in the coffin was the vacation I went on at the end of October. New Orleans. Beignets. Need I really say more?
I fluctuated up in weight, but the main thing was after my vacation I was a zombie. Not refreshed, not flying on the post-vaycay glow-- no, tired to my bones. My doctor has since informed me that my anemia is....like, crazy out of control. And I am B-12 deficient. Urghhhh.
So I clinically have a reason for being tired. Hooray! Sort of. I still felt icky and...not at all okay with myself. I love working out. Strength training makes me feel like a beast (in a good way!) Treadmills and I aren't BFFs yet, but I blame my knee for that.
But I've come to realize that its not all or nothing. I just made the decision to not follow sensible habits and exercise for my well beings sake. I'm owning up to it. But its not the end of the world, or the end of my journey. Patience and persistence and discipline will get me where I want to go. This body didn't happen in a day, and becoming healthy won't be that fast either.
Love to all you wonderful people--