Slowly headed back down toward my lowest adult weight again this week. I’m not stressing about the scale this week because I took measurements today and I’m down another 6 3/8 inches all around for a total of nearly 125 inches lost. So I guess when people say ‘you are really tiny,’ I really AM tiny. I have a tough time conceptualizing this about myself because I’ve never been small. And now I am. It’s trippy.
I’m still struggling with the appearance of all my extra skin–I really don’t like it at all. But I need to learn how to live with it because I can’t afford to have it removed. Besides, I think the next surgery I am destined for is orthopedic. My right knee is a thorn in my side, as it has been a problem for over two decades now. I reinjured it last week and have been doing a modified version of the strength training workout G designed for me. He is not going to change the circuit until my knees are stable. So this means more stability exercises in my future until I can stand one-legged for at least 60 seconds. What really pisses me off is that I hurt it again over the weekend. I think the swimming I did Saturday afternoon is what did it–I didn’t wear my knee brace in the pool, and then proceeded to kick for 40 laps across the 25 meter pool at my new gym for nearly an hour. Whatever I did, it hurt my knee because Sunday, I wasn’t able to walk around very well and stayed pretty sedentary all day. Today was a bit less painful, but still…I’m not as mobile as I’d like to be.
This business of being more active and getting hurt in the process sucks. I hate not being able to exercise the way I want to, but I also have to take care of myself so that I can plod along toward goal. More importantly, I want to be able to reach some bigger goals than just the number on the scale. I want to be able to play tennis, golf, and softball again. And what frustrates me is that right now I can’t exercise the way I’d like to in order to get to that larger goal. If nothing else, this latest sidelining is proof that being double my size for so long definitely took its toll on my joints and now I’m paying for it.
I am worried that I will not be able to run in the Jameson 5K next month. I hadn’t planned to run the entire time (because I can’t), but I’d planned to run intermittently. It doesn’t look like that’s going to happen with my knee the way it is. I’ll still do the race, but not the way I want to.
Also? This happened:
You are probably wondering, “so? You worked out AGAIN?”
Well, yeah. I’m up to 5 days a week now: 3 days of strength training and 2 of straight up cardio in the form of swimming and recumbent biking.
Last week I finally noticed that I have the vaunted thigh gap. I never thought it was such a big deal, but apparently it is. And now I have one–a small one, but it is there a bit higher up than it appears in the photo. Guess all the time I spent on the bike over the summer and the squats I’ve been doing the past month helped. 🙂 I did thank G this afternoon for making me do the squats even though I cuss my way through every last one. At last count, I calculated that I do around 110 of them every time I work my way through the circuit he designed. SO MANY SQUATS! But the side benefit is that my legs are smaller, and my ass is back. So that’s good. I don’t want middle-aged lady flat ass.
I also changed gyms this week and now have access to a pool more often so now I can squeeze in some time to swim in the early mornings before school if I choose. This week’s challenges are the first of 6 out of town trips over the next 8 weekends, and making time to exercise on a bum knee. I’m not jazzed about this latest injury but I’ll get through it.
La Guerra de La Gorda 