Time Out

I'm taking to my blog before I do something I know I'll regret.  I'm having a rough time today.  I'm still not 100% healed from this injury...The kids are driving me crazy and I just lost my temper with them...  I've been stuck at the same weight for several weeks now... It just isn't a great day. As irritated as I am right now, I want to eat everything in sight.  I was standing in my kitchen unloading my dishwasher, and I was taking stock of everything I had in my cupboard.  Sweet, salty, chocolaty, nutty, you name it.  When I get like this it doesn't really matter, I just want to eat something to calm down.  But, I didn't.

Instead, I decided to sit down, take a time out, and work through it.  I removed myself from the situation to think about what a bad idea that would have been.  I'm not hungry, I'm frustrated.  Eating my way through a bag of chips won't magically make the kids' rooms clean.  Going to town on a jar of trail mix won't heal my stupid rib.  I know all this.  I also know that if I did allow myself to lose control, I'd hate myself.  Which would probably make me want to eat something else to punish myself for eating in the first place.  It's a vicious, stupid cycle that has no point. But, it's one that I found myself in often.  Until now.

I didn't do it today.  I made myself a pot of coffee instead.  I'm going to finish this post, kick back in my recliner and enjoy a cup of coffee.  Then I'm going to silently pat myself on the back for being mindful enough to not let a rough day turn into an eating disaster.

Down For The Count

Yup, just like the title suggests, I'm down for a bit.  I injured myself while doing some ab work, and I'm now the proud owner of a strained rib muscle.  It's amazing how little things, like breathing, can hurt a rib muscle.  So, as far as the gym goes, I'm kinda limited.  I can still do my spinning and elliptical, but rowing is out for a while.  My weight training has also taken a hit since too much arm movement is painful.  I'm down to 30 minute sessions, but we're only doing legs. Now, don't get me wrong, my trainer managed to make me beg for mercy in my last 30 minute leg session.  But, none the less, push-ups, pull-ups, and ab work will have to wait.  I'm not thrilled about it either.

I'm really not good at having limitations.  I'm a tough chick, so it drives me crazy knowing that something little like this can slow me down.  Like I said, I'm doing what I can, just not everything I want to do.  I was actually boxing with one arm today, just to get some arm work.  I'm completely over this and ready to move on!

Learning To Love The Pain

For the last few months, a friend has talked me into going to a ridiculously early Boot Camp class at the gym.   It's on Monday mornings and, without fail, Tuesday morning I wake up sore.  Sometimes it's my legs, sometimes it's my arms, sometimes it's my abs, sometimes it's a combination of all of these.
Today is no different.

However, as much as I'm grunting and groaning and struggling to move without pain, I secretly love it.  You see, I love it because it means I've done something.  It means I've worked hard.  It means that, while I'd rather be sleeping, I dragged my carcass out of bed anyway.

So, while the pain has made my Tuesday rowing class much harder than it used to be, I still love it.  I love knowing that I've worked hard.  I love knowing that my muscles are changing and getting stronger every day.  So, bring on the pain!