I'm still recovering from my freakish fall on the way home from the beach. I'm looking forward to the follow up on Wednesday to get a better handle on what's going on. I really don't want to push myself too much if it's a tendon or whatever, but at the same time I don't want to draw it out longer than normal.
I already reached out to Callahan who is one of the trainers at my office gym. I want to make sure I don't fall off the wagon regardless of the healing time of my foot. If anything is going to take a while I'm hoping that Wednesday they give me a walking cast so that I can get around easier which includes in the gym. Plus working your arms too much and then trying to use crutches just doesn't seem smart.
Today (Sunday) I got back on the Paleo wagon so to speak. The only way I wasn't is in that the Almond milk Matt bought has sugar (it's vanilla) so we need to get rid of it. I do need to cut out the vast amount of fruit I'm eating too from a sugar component.
The other thing I noticed tonight was as SOON as I took my last bite of dinner I immediately started thinking about what else to eat. I wasn't hungry but damn it if I found myself thinking about food. I sneaked a lara bar which, while compliant still is beside the point. I wish I could figure out what that's about and how to curb it. I really feel like part of it is because sort of panic at the idea of not being able to eat until the morning. Given how much better I've felt eating clean (and how much weight I've lost) and yet still go back just speaks so much to the power of food.
For now it's just like when I quit smoking--one day, sometimes one hour or even one minute, at a time.
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