So I woke up this morning to very sore muscles. I didn't think it was that bad...then I stood up and realized that my legs weighed 600 lbs each, somebody ripped my arms out of their sockets and an elephant trampled on my chest! I was sooo grateful that today was Saturday and it was a niiice quiet day at work. I spent my day praying that nobody would fall cuz I knew I wouldn't have the strength to pick them up. But a nice quiet day it was (until the last half hour, but that's just the way it goes in nursing). I came home and did not feel like doing a damn thing. Soooo Subway for dinner it was. Oh and just so everybody knows, Baked Lays Creamy Dill is to die for. 130 calories, 3g fat and 1g fibre for one bag...sodium content ain't bad either.
Chris left for work and here I was all alone. I began rationalizing that I didn't need to go for a walk tonight because my body obviously needed a rest otherwise it wouldn't be in so much pain (and I swear if I hear "no pain no gain" from 1 more person I'm gonna punch them in the ear). However, I also know that some light exercise would get those muscles loosening up and I would feel better. Soooo...after an hour of procrastinating I went for a walk. I didn't push it, I just walked briskly. Took me about a half an hour to do 2kms. And I really do feel better (well my lower half does, the rest of me still feels like I got hit by a bus carrying an entire hockey team and their gear). So this leads me to my question of the day:
What do you ladies do when you feel sore and stiff after a workout (besides toughing it out and gentle exercise which I've done)? I don't like to take meds if I don't have to (yes I'm a nurse who believes the less meds the better!). I do plan on soaking in a very very hot bath in a few minutes as well...after I fold the 2 tons of laundry I've been putting off and carry it upstairs.
I do have a confession to make. My whole life I've been "the strong one". I can hold it together when everything is falling apart. Most of the time. Last night as I was laying on the floor and Jillian was telling me to push through the pain and not give up, I had a small breakdown. I wanted to know why it was so hard and why I couldn't just wake up and be thinner and healthier and then the negative self talk started "I'm always gonna be fat, this is pointless". The difference was how I dealt with this breakdown. I snapped out of it and carried on with my work out rather than drowning my sorrows in a bowl of ice cream or a bag of chips (which is what I liked to do when I was dealing with stress...is it any surprise that I gained a lot of weight while I was doing my Bachelor's degree?). Instead of raiding the cupboards, I typed a blog post. Yes it was a short one, but it was enough to remind me why I was doing this. It isn't for the hot body, it's for the health, for the ability to do the things that I can't right now, to be free. It reminded me that I'm not in this alone. There are my fellow bloggers that read these posts and provide encouragement, support and love. There is Chris, who loves me more than anything and never ceases to show me just how much (the man is working two 12-hour overtime shifts this week so that he can buy me my big fancy camera that I have wanted forever for when I lose my first 20 lbs. If that ain't love, I don't know what is). There is my family whom I love very much. My parents, especially my mom, is so supportive. I just truly hope she knows how much I love her. I think she does...I hope so.
I'm not in this thing alone. I have a ton of people that want to see me succeed. And I will. And I want all of you to know that I'm here for all of you should you stumble and need a helping hand.
On that note...Until next time!