Well, I wish I could say as soon as I was starting to feel a bit better, legitimately, that I jumped right back up and picked up my good habits where I left off. Unfortunately, that's not the case at all.
I decided to weigh myself this week to see how much damage I have done and where I'll be starting when I do get back to it. I was not at all surprised by the number on the scale, but still very sad and disappointed by it. All the hard work I'd done up to this point, the 5lbs I've lost since the beginning of January, have pretty much been wiped out in just two short weeks. The scale reflected a 4lb gain.
In the last two weeks, I got a grand total of 238 fitness minutes. Not even the 250 I normally get in one week. So, so sad. Right now my family and I have been fundraising for my kitty's surgery, and we're a little short on storage space, so our yard sale items have basically taken up all the space in the living room. Where my treadmill is... and where I do all my workouts. I used to do them in my room, but I've got some space issues in there now also (residuals from depression that I haven't been able to get back to normal yet), so the living room was a good place. Also had a lot more space. I've also had some arthritis pain in my right thumb that has aggravated an old wrist injury, so I've limited use of my right hand (and I am NOT a lefty!) so I can't even dig my way to the treadmill 'cuz I can't lift the boxes. :-(
Food has still not been up to par. Improved, yes, especially since my throat is no longer sore and I don't feel the need to eat ice cream constantly. But, still not great. Also, I ate at my normal levels even though I wasn't exercising, so I should have reduced my calories/macros. And I didn't. Lame. Lame on my part. I've been struggling getting in veggies and haven't had any fruit in the house to struggle to try to eat. :-S Blurgh.
I am stressed out to the max. I feel like I'm drowning in all sorts of tasks, responsibilities, etc. I'm barely treading water, keeping my head just above the waves. I have homework up the Wazoo- a 5-7 page research paper due on Wednesday in my religion class and who knows how many bazillions of assignments to be assigned with only 1 day to do them all thanks to the BLEEP FACE that teaches a&p tomorrow afternoon. I have driving responsibilities for the family to appointments and errands. We've only gotten half the money needed for Louie's surgery and it sucks to watch him struggle daily. No one NO ONE is helping me do anything around the house. My bro did half the dishes one day, but didn't finish... I can't do much with my wrist in a splint, so I couldn't help finish the other half. Needless to say, my kitchen is trashed. It's disgusting and filthy in there. I'd be ashamed and embarrassed to show anyone the inside of my kitchen.
And since I don't have access to my living room I have no way to exercise. It's already in the 90's outside here, so working out in the "great outdoors" is not in the cards. Therefore, I don't have an outlet for my stress.
I don't have a solution to any of this right now. I went ahead and got the SparkPeople app to track food easier. Not that I liked paying $4 for that s***, but I want everything in one place: Food tracker, fitness tracker, supportive community. I want to be able to get back to my workouts. I know I'll essentially be starting over completely at this point. Back to walking instead of training for jogging. This month has been such a setback and a bummer. :-(