Believe it or not, (I can barely believe it myself) I'm doing ok. Due to my ankle injury, I took a week off from running and while at first I thought it was going to kill me, I started to think maybe it was a blessing in disguise. I had to be pretty hard core about what I ate and I realized that I had been using running as a crutch to eat whatever I wanted to shove in my mouth. This is my chance to learn how to eat right (for the millionth time) even if I can't exercise off extra calories. This ankle injury might be just what I needed to finally get to my weight loss goal.
In other news, I think my ankle is better. I am still taking it easy, and I'm icing it as we speak, but I ran three miles last night and it seemed fine. I also stretched before (but not after, because I suck) and I know I need to pay way more attention to stretching now. The tightest part of my whole body was the muscle that runs up the back of my leg from my ankle to my knee. No wonder my ankles are all fucked up.
Wow, what a boring post. I just wanted everyone to know that I am doing ok.
And I'll say this. This ankle injury has made me one crabby panicked bitchy stressed out dieter and athlete. But I am very proud of myself for not letting it get the best of me, for learning something from it. I am proud of myself for listening to my body, for taking a break when it felt like failure to do so, and for not giving up, but instead turning a very negative and upsetting turn of events into a positive thing. Not everyone could do that. A lot of people would just give up. I am proud of me for not giving up.
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I'm proud of you for not giving up as well! An injury can be such a temptation to just say Screw It and dive headfirst into a bag of Doritos. Or at least it is for me. But you're really taking this well. Congrats to you, and I mean that. :)
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