What a difference two weeks can have on plans.
I had all kinds of good plans. Exciting plans! I was going to get back on track, I was going to get my <bleep> in gear. It was going to be awesome. You were going to see me speeding by, a rainbow blur of win in my quest to beat that Diabetes Beast and perhaps trigger my body’s direction back to Strong. *cue Xena screams and gestures of kickbuttness*
Yeah… About that.*screeeeeech*
Here was my plan, as I set in
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- I am going to put some of my desired food items back on the grocery list so I have healthy variety when I am in a hurry
- I am going to get some help with my hip and foot soreness
- I am going to stomach a hot gym once a week to do some lifting, maybe following the program from this book I bought: http://www.amazon.ca/books/dp/1583333398 – The New Rules of Lifting for Women
- I am going to continue running, and slowly build my distance back up
- I am going to try and engage in more group exercise again
- I am going back on a low dose of Metformin at night
The positives outweigh the negatives when it comes to the curveballs I caught (in the hip), so I am focusing on them.
Taking one Metformin at night is helping my morning readings. I still have an upset stomach and have been adjusting to the… uh… nastiness that Metformin can provide. Once that settles, I may bring back the dose in the morning to keep things moving downward.
Food is getting easier. We have chia in the house again, and I have Greek yogurt back (yum!). I have switched to oatmeal in the morning, since a morning smoothie on the bus is not practical. That porridge has chia, flax and other such goodness in it, which I already notice is working magic on my fingernails and skin. It’s filling too. I have cut back my carb portions to desired size again, and even though sometimes it does not feel like enough, I am trying to make up the difference with fibrous, good-for-me nutritious foods. I sometimes slip and fall on a cheeseburger, or find myself wading through ice cream. Let’s not talk about last week when I elegantly displayed a pratfall into poutine. (Mmmmm… Gravy…)
As I said, I’m trying. It is exhausting, always having to question everything you eat and drink. I find it hard on my anxiety and patience levels. I get frustrated when I want something greasy, doughy and bad for me, and have to settle for quinoa and spinach.
On the physical front, I did get help for my hip and my foot at both the hospital and finally, to physio. Bottom line, I am not running for awhile, and not working out for a couple of weeks, at least. Boo. You can read all about my diagnoses here. I see my own doctor next week.
Once I am allowed to work out, I have to strengthen my core and my quads. Hello squats, lunges, leg lifts. Spinning was put on the list of acceptable cardio while I cannot run… I must learn to love it, and try it again for the first time. Anyone got padded bike shorts on sale? Those fancy, clicky shoes all the hard-core spinners have? I want a pair in neon pink, or at least some sort of screamy colour. Go big or go home, right?
So… Other than that, my main challenge now is focusing on not gaining weight while I am not moving as much. Right… *pinch*
I am allowed to walk, but not strenuously, so that is something. I don’t want to restrict food (let’s be clear on that), but eat as healthily as possible. That can be hard, and I am a little boggled at how to best tackle that. I do know I will up my water considerably, cut back sodium since I bloat like a puffer fish when I have too much sodium and can’t work out the next day. I will endeavour to switch out some simple carbs for more complex ones. I will up my protein at the same time. I will try not to eat huge meals, and space them out during the day to keep my blood sugar even, which will prevent cravings (I hope… there are a lot of chocolate shops near my work).
I will also not beat myself up if I gain a bit while recovering. I will succeed and get back to sweating every day soon.