Blogger didn't like my browser any more so until I figured out what it did like I've been unable to post anything here. Or rather, I did post two new entries this year but Blogger ate them. Someone responded to one of them and to that someone I say "Sorry. I hope you'll post again".
Here's where things stand: one broken wrist, now healing; one new trainer and one new gym membership, very expensive. No weigh-ins at Weight Watchers since early December; too lazy.
Despite everything I'm maintaining my 65-pound weight loss. I've come to understand that I eat according to a plan and rarely deviate from it so I don't gain weight. I've also managed to develop sufficient muscle mass that I burn calories efficiently.
The new trainer has me on a regime which is totally new and extremely creative, taking me from the ground up, so to speak. For the first two weeks I never got off the mat. The exercises seem to have their roots in Pilates and are structured to help restore my stability and sense of balance. They are designed to make me a better runner, which is great news because I've signed up for Harry's Spring Run-off again for April.
I'm working hard at physiotherapy with a chiropractor who owns the new gym. I feel guilty for abandoning Dr. Wade but this guy has helped design my new fitness regime and for that I'll pay big money. Insurance may take care of some of it.
Some time in the next few weeks I have to find a scale and check on my weight but everything seems to be holding steady and all clothes still fit. If they don't I can buy more from my new job. Who knew I would wind up working in the fashion industry? Whatever. I like it. I no longer have to feel responsible for anyone except myself. I felt way too much pressure in the past to help others get where I did. It can't be done. They need to get there themselves.
Monday, February 27, 2012
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Back to Basics
It's been a while.
A painful experience has put me back almost at the beginning, training-wise, thanks to a fractured wrist. I slipped on the ice at the end of the year and broke my right wrist. It's the first time I've been so incapacitated. Being right-handed and possessing a low pain threshold I was rendered almost helpless.
I spent just short of five weeks in a cast,. During this time I think Higgie discovered just how much stuff I really do around the house when every task, including cooking fell to him. Consequently, I have a very untidy house with floors that haven't been mopped in weeks and dust everywhere but Higgie's knife skills have improved.
Walking the dog (which was what I was doing when the accident occurred) has been a challenge; I have to tie her leash to my belt loop to keep her from pulling too hard. Walking is the only activity I have been able to enjoy, however and Lily and I have had some wonderful long walks together while I did some soul-searching about the nature of injuries and how they affect us. I had to return the beautiful fashionable winter boots I had purchased and get ones I could put on with one hand. I also bought traction devices to attach to the soles so I would have more grip (and confidence) when walking.
The cast came off yesterday and I am stiff and sore this morning but having it removed has enabled me to type almost as well as I ever could, which isn't very well at all.. I begin physiotherapy today at a new clinic located where my old gym used to be. It's a combination gym and health centre and to that end I'm going to purchase a short-term membership so that they can integrate my physio into a fitness program for me. Other than walking I've done no fitness regime since the accident and have been forced to monitor my food intake very carefully to avoid weight gain. Even so, I think I have put on a few pounds. I also know I've lost considerable strength and agility. So, it's back to basics. Will it be like starting all over again? We'll see.
A painful experience has put me back almost at the beginning, training-wise, thanks to a fractured wrist. I slipped on the ice at the end of the year and broke my right wrist. It's the first time I've been so incapacitated. Being right-handed and possessing a low pain threshold I was rendered almost helpless.
I spent just short of five weeks in a cast,. During this time I think Higgie discovered just how much stuff I really do around the house when every task, including cooking fell to him. Consequently, I have a very untidy house with floors that haven't been mopped in weeks and dust everywhere but Higgie's knife skills have improved.
Walking the dog (which was what I was doing when the accident occurred) has been a challenge; I have to tie her leash to my belt loop to keep her from pulling too hard. Walking is the only activity I have been able to enjoy, however and Lily and I have had some wonderful long walks together while I did some soul-searching about the nature of injuries and how they affect us. I had to return the beautiful fashionable winter boots I had purchased and get ones I could put on with one hand. I also bought traction devices to attach to the soles so I would have more grip (and confidence) when walking.
The cast came off yesterday and I am stiff and sore this morning but having it removed has enabled me to type almost as well as I ever could, which isn't very well at all.. I begin physiotherapy today at a new clinic located where my old gym used to be. It's a combination gym and health centre and to that end I'm going to purchase a short-term membership so that they can integrate my physio into a fitness program for me. Other than walking I've done no fitness regime since the accident and have been forced to monitor my food intake very carefully to avoid weight gain. Even so, I think I have put on a few pounds. I also know I've lost considerable strength and agility. So, it's back to basics. Will it be like starting all over again? We'll see.
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