Morning, y’all. Your friendly neighborhood Sherrie is slowly coming out of hiding. Between losing my boy Oz, extended pain flares, and a bit of a spiral, I have slacked off on taking care of myself. Eating like crap (mostly junk) and minimal exercise (stretching enough to make moving easier and walking while shopping) led to increased pain, more fatigue, and losing a little bit of me every day.
Between losing my boy Oz, extended pain flares, and a bit of a spiral, I have slacked off on taking care of myself. Eating like crap (mostly junk) and minimal exercise (stretching enough to make moving easier and walking while shopping) led to increased pain, more fatigue, and losing a little bit of me every day. Although I have realized that my normal means that I will hurt and feel tired more often than not, I started feeling sorry for myself and pictured my future with more pain and less mobility. This sent me down a darker path and binge eating.
What brought me out of it was a combination of things. Well, I’m still in it, but fighting to pull out of it. Physically, I’m getting better (thank you anti-inflammatory foods and support sleeves), but the brain still needs work. Hubs and I joined a gym and are still tweaking our schedule. I’m learning to recognize and listen to my body. I know when I need to switch to a different body part while training, when to start getting my heart rate down, and to start more slowly so that I can get stronger without hurting myself. After a little over an hour yesterday (treadmill and a full-body lifting session), I don’t feel that bad. The BCAAs do make a difference.
I would love to skip supplements and get off all meds, but that is not in the cards for me now and may not be later. And I’m okay with that. I refuse to let anyone shame me for doing what I need to do.
Some days are better than others, but that’s how things are with everyone. I may move more slowly than I used to, but my inner athlete is coming back. And she is badass.
Until next time, peace.
So, what’s shaking? The same old thing here, but with a little more happy.
If it seems like I’m extra happy right now it’s because I am. I went to physical therapy as usual on Wednesday and was released as a pt client. That means I’ve improved enough that I can start the work on my own. While I plan to stay on as a wellness client (to use that fab Endless Pool), I’m also going to slowly get back to my old activity level. Part of my ramped up activity includes more low impact bodywork, including PiYo.
I’m sure you’ve heard of PiYo by now because it’s the newest Beachbody release from Chalene Johnson – love her! It’s a home version of the PiYo classes offered in clubs all over the place. I need low impact workouts like Pilates and yoga so that I don’t hurt myself or slow my recovery. As much as I love 21-Day Fix, even the modified movements are too much for me right now. I’ll go back to it when I get the all-clear to do so.
There’s no shame in admitting that you need a change and moving on. Never feel ashamed or let anyone tell you that you’re lazy because you recognize your limits and are working around them . Do not ignore them for the sake of proving you’re not lazy. It’s better to work harder and smarter than to go all out when you’re body is unable. Trust me, I fell into that trap and did much more harm than good.
Now back to my regularly scheduled message.
PiYo has a six days on, one off weekly schedule. Because I’m going to listen to my body, my plan is to start with three days of PiYo with one day of aquatic therapy each week. I’ll train for a day and take the following day off. On my rest days, I’ll still get in my usual five to ten minutes of gentle yoga and walking. My eating plan will stay about the same for now with one exception. Gluten has to go, doc’s orders.
So that’s what I’m up to. If you want to know more about PiYo, my eating plan (regular and cheat day), or how I modify fitness and eating plans to suit my needs, give me a shout. I’m on Facebook and all over social media. Just look for Sherrie Thompson or WAHMinSC. I’d love to hear from you.
We like wandering around and going where the wind takes us. Enjoy these sights from the South Carolina Lowcountry.
I’m trying to get through as best I can, walking more slowly than usual and taking more frequent breaks for stretching when working. Sitting isn’t as nice when getting up makes you want to scream.
It amazes me, though, just how far I’ve come. When this level of pain hit before, I’d curl into the fetal position for days. Now I can move as I need to. It’s still hurts like crazy, but I’m mobile. Meditation has made a huge difference. My patience level is not where it should be, but it’s getting there. I just need to remember to stop and breathe when the pain-fueled crankies kick in.
Happier posts are coming. I just wanted to dip my toes back into the blogging pool.
Wow. Sorry about that. I still can’t believe October is here and it’s nearly over.
I’m alive. I figured no one would want to read about my wrecked knee for the umpteenth time. Wrecked knee = hobbling instead of exercising. Yep, even my walks are off right now.
Food is as yummy as ever. I’m not vegan, but close. I make sure all packaged goodies are vegan – bread, cereal, margarine, that kind of thing. Dairy destroys me and is easy to avoid, but eggs I crave.
That’s about it on the health front. Being on the sidelines has been somewhat entertaining. Balloon boy, racist JoP attempting to justify his crap, Rush/Beck/Faux News/neocon loons – you know, the usual.
Here’s to healing, love, peace, and being ourselves.