I’ll try to post a picture tomorrow–I don’t want another decapitated tummy shot, and there’s no one here to shoot me until Jeff gets home tonight. And he’s coming back from a trip to North Dakota, so the picture can wait.
The scale hasn’t changed this week, except for a one pound dip yesterday. You can count it, if you want, but it didn’t happen today. Today, I am nursing a sore lower back. Yesterday, I was doing squats, and I felt something pop when my thighs got perpendicular to the floor. When I raised up, everything felt unstable, and I decided it was time to quit doing squats for the day.
Today, I have trouble twisting and bending. I’m taking ibuprofen and more or less resting. Work was awful this morning, but I sat with Bren at Yoke’s in their hard chairs near the deli area, had a nice, unsweetened coffee, and felt much better. I’m thinking the dehydrating effects of the coffee helped take some of the swelling down, and the hard chair forced good posture, so it all clicked back into place. I did my usual walk today, but I paid attention to how I moved, breathed deeply and just stayed within my limits.
My body loves to derail exercise by getting hurt. “No, I don’t want to do this anymore. I feel sick. Or hurt. Yes, hurt, that’s it. Let’s stop.”
No. We’ll rest for a bit, but we’re not going to stop. I like the fact that I can wear more clothes in my closet and my tummy is less bulgy, and hello! Or should I say, goodbye! to the back boobs? I noticed this morning that they are on their way out of here.
I’m not going to count weeks anymore. That would imply an end. I’m not ending. I’m not giving up. I’m not going back. Any backslides now are going to be considered indulgences, and I can have them, rarely. I’ve had two “popsicles” this week, and they were actually those 100% fruit pops made by Breyer’s or Dreyer’s. I can never keep those two companies straight in my head.
I can deal with this. I can live like this, eating veggies, meat and fruit, going out on walks, and working out. Even if I never lose another pound–but I’m hoping I will–I will have done several good things:
1) Quit smoking.
2) Quit aspartame.
3) Eliminated processed foods (except as a rare “treat”).
4) Lost several pounds of fat.
5) Created better eating habits.
6) Started what will become an exercise habit.
I’m good with that.
We’ll try the picture tomorrow. You’ll see what Garnier Olia has done to me.