It’s been a week of feeling broken down.
Tired, sore, painful, stiff, cold, busted.
I’ve forgotten about the sniffles, and am totally gutted about the sore back. I returned to the chiro and the lovely young doc dug his thumbs deep into my glutes, my hip flexors, you name it. The wincing pain mostly stopped after that visit but then everything froze up. I walked around like I was made of glass, afraid to make any sudden moves.
Doing penance for all those summer months of frivolous hiking, imbibing, etc I’m sad to have wasted all that time not concentrating on my weight loss and overall fitness. It’s the old story, right? Don’t know what you’ve got until it’s taken away? (HA – this is the part where I get the tough love from Miz J. telling me to BUCK UP and stop feeling sorry for myself and GET ON WITH IT. Thank you, Miz J.)
I swear I will be the workout QUEEN for 90 days solid of fitness and clean eating as soon as my bod is ready to face Tony Horton. I swear. (Like making promises to God to be good only if…). You’re my witness(es).
On the flip side, I’m excited to get training for more than one reason. For three reasons, actually. All will be revealed in time. It just goes back to having goals, having a WHY. WHY I/you/any of us want to get in shape and be healthy, happy, awesome.
Oh – AND I’ve started dreaming (literally – like at night, eyes closed and everything) about the Camino de Santiago. Is it time again already?? Hmm….