And so it goes

My leg is doing better.  I can tell a difference each day which is nice.

My emotional eating is not doing better.  It is getting worse.  Bleh.

Put me on the injured list

Yesterday I went walking early in the morning.  I got in 4 miles in just under an hour.  It was GREAT!

This morning it was super cold outside so I took a rain check on the walk and decided to try a weight training class instead.  It's one that I've been wanting to get to for a while but haven't been able to make it until this morning.

Being back in the weight room felt good.  But I could tell that I am out of shape so I took it pretty darn easy.  I didn't want to get too sore and get discouraged so honestly it was a very light work out.  Then I headed off to play volleyball.  Which I have been doing for two to three times a week for about a month now.

I got there and started playing.  Felt good, felt warmed up from the light workout in the weight room. Our side had lost the first game and we were heading into the second.  I got a really nice set, went up to hit it with a crappy jump, came down and I felt something in my left calf pop.  It felt like an elastic had broken in my leg.  I immediately went to the sidelines and sat down.  Thankfully there was a little bit of ice there and Katie, one of the awesome ladies that I play with, ran and got it for me.

I sat there for a few minutes with the ice on and then headed out. I knew that I wouldn't be able to play any more today.  As I was heading out my friend Sarah yelled "Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevate! Rice it!".   I hobbled slowly out to my car and drove home.  I took Ibuprofen and went and sat on the couch.  I called my sister-in-law Cathie to see if I could borrow their crutches so that I could get around.  Of course I Googled about tearing a calf muscle, which was not encouraging, then I decided I probably needed to go and see the doctor.

He said that he thought it was a partial tear and the only way to find out for sure was an ultra sound or an MRI but those are both pricey and he would treat me exactly the same way after finding out for sure because there isn't much that can be done for tears.  Basically told me exactly what Sarah had said to do and wrapped it up in an ACE bandage for me.  He also told me to stay off it for 4-5 days and no jumping or anything strenuous for four weeks.

 I was supposed to start league play with a rec team next week.  This frustrates me to no end.  Also I am supposed to go on choir tour with my daughter McKenna the first week in April.  We will be going to Disneyland.  I am not sure how this is going to affect me being able to walk all over creation and back. Again, frustration.


And here is where my emotional eating desire begins to hit hard and fast.  I want a Coke, I want chocolate, I want a hot and juicy cheeseburger, I want a raspberry filled powdered donut,  I want a whole box of raspberry powdered donuts!!  Because, hey, calories don't count when you are injured...RIGHT?  Gah.

Super frustrated.

So let me try to look on the bright side of things.

At least it wasn't my Achilles tendon.
I didn't break anything.
My upper body workouts are taken care of for the next few days.
It was my left leg and not my right so I can still drive and function pretty readily.
I can still go to work.
I had crutches readily available to me.

Trying hard to stay positive and figure out what it is I am supposed to be learning here.
Wish me luck.
 

You Are What You Eat

If that is so then...

"Ich bin ein Berliner."

Which supposedly means I am a jelly donut in German.  Oh how I love those raspberry filled powdered sugar covered donuts.

This weekend I was definitely a jelly donut, and some Hershey's kisses, also a couple of Mr. Pibb Xtras (Big Gulp sized)

I have been doing a little bit better in how and what I consume.  I have read/heard how bad sugar, soda, preservatives etc. are for you.  I know all about how important it is to eat healthy.  I know I should look at my body like a machine and put the "correct" fuel into it.

On a intellectual level I know all of these things.

Unfortunately for me I am not an intellectual eater.  I am an emotional eater.  Basically that means I eat when I have an emotion.

I eat to celebrate.
I eat to mourn.
I eat when I am angry.
I eat when I am happy.
I eat when I am sad.
I eat when I am confused.

Basically I eat.  All the time.  Actually that isn't as true as it once was.  Over the 2013 holiday season I got really sick and was put on predisone. Which, fortunately for me, didn't make me put on weight as is the case for most people.  What it did to me was change my taste buds.  Everything tasted metallic and horrible. They were not Happy Holidays that year.  We had all this delicious food and candy and I could eat it but it tasted awful.  It was then that I learned that I really could survive without my emotional eating.

I didn't need that Coke and sausage biscuit from McDonald's on my way to work.  It tasted terrible and I was okay without it. I could survive withou the 7-Eleven runs to get the Salt and Vinegar chips with second large Coke for the day.  I could eat one or two bites of a candy bar and it was okay.

Unfortunately I find that I am slowly slipping back into old habits.  But this time around I at least recognize the slippage and I am trying to do something about it.  I have some good friends who are keeping me on the exercise wagon.  Now I just need to get back on the no soda and less sweets wagon.

I need to wear blinders and earplugs when I go into the grocery store so I don't see those delicious powdery white covered raspberry jelly filled demons or hear them calling out to me as I walk past them.  I need to have some snacks that are fast and tasty but not too calorie filled.

I really like cucumbers and carrots. Yogurt and cottage cheese are good things too. Maybe I'll even try some jicama.  I mean if you are what you eat at least I could be something cool sounding like jicama.

 But those things just really aren't the same as a jelly donut.

I Get A Taco!

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