Between half an hour at the driving range and 90 minutes at the gym, I think I may have died today.
I’ve been finding it pretty difficult lately to find motivation to eat right and exercise lately. Today, something finally clicked and I am feeling much better. Hopefully my new motivation sticks around for a while.
I have gone to the driving range a few times since I have been back in Massachusetts (golfing is one of my very favorite things to do). Now that I have lost a bunch of weight, my golf swing is drastically improving. I can’t wait to actually hit a round rather than sticking to the range.
I went and hit a bucket of balls this afternoon on the way to work out (the range is conveniently located less than a mile from the gym). Well, it was 95 degrees outside and by the time I was done with the bucket, I was a hot mess. I don’t think I have ever been that hot and sweaty walking IN the gym doors.
After having a miserable cold and not being able to do much cardio all week, I was feeling better today so I hit the dreaded treadmill. I managed to run 5 minutes straight two different times (with 5 minutes of walking in between.) Then I did 15 minutes of walking uphill at max incline. What felt like a million squats, a good core workout, and the 30 day ab challenge later, I’m already sore — but a good sore.
My foot has been KILLING me since my less than graceful dismount (aka fall down the stairs) Saturday night.
I sucked it up and went to the doctor, who sent me for x-rays. I am still waiting to hear back about whether is it broken or just a sprain. She said at minimum it was a severe sprain.
As much as I have been concerned that this injury is going to really slow down my packing for the big move this week, it helps to know that my mom will be here Saturday to help me out. (Thanks mom, you’re the best!)
More concerning is how it is going to effect my weight loss progress. Most of the time in the past, it has been an illness or injury that threw me off and stopped my progress. I don’t want that to happen again.
The doc didn’t mention anything to me about my weight loss. When I asked her how much I would still be able to do, she looked in my chart at my progress. Her response: “Holy crap girl, that’s impressive!” Not gonna lie, that made me feel pretty good!
She said I could work out on the stationary bike and do weights, so that’s what I will do until I start feeling better.
Mom gave some good advice as well: “Let pain be your guide. As a wise man once said… ‘If it hurts when you do that – don’t do it.'”
If only she had given me that advice BEFORE I fell down the stairs…
Last Friday I took a personal day and spent a fun-filled day in St. Louis with a friend.
Our first stop was the City Museum — basically a HUGE warehouse that has been turned into a giant playground/skate park/aquarium for kids of all ages. On the outside of the building there is a web of climbing tubes and tunnels, slides and a giant ball pit. The inside features even more slides, an arts and crafts area, a skate park to run on, an aquarium tunnels to climb through (I’ll get to those later) and stairs. Lots and lots of stairs.
Like any other kid at heart, I’m a big fan of slides. The City Museum has a 10-story spiral slide I knew I just had to take a ride on. It never dawned on me that — in order to slide DOWN a 10 story slide, first you have to get to the top. I realized it was going to take climbing 10 flights of stairs to get to the top of the slide. In the past I would have just said “forget it, go without me.” Not anymore, up we went.
It was a lot easier than I expected (and than it ever would have been in the past). I stopped once to take a picture (and take a 30 second breather) but other than that we made it to the top no problem. The slide was something else, but I was definitely super dizzy by the time I FINALLY reached the bottom.
The tunnels were something else, You just start walking through and the openings keep getting smaller, and smaller, and smaller until it is difficult to even crawl through. I got really nervous a couple times because I kept having visions of getting stuck in one of the openings and having to call the fire department to get me out. THAT is the kind of thing that would happen to me. Before you laugh and think I am exaggerating, the friend I was with is probably all of a size four and she told me that she got seriously stuck in one of the openings during her last trip there.
If a twig couldn’t make it through, I could have been in serious trouble. I stayed as far away from the smaller caves as I could.
After a couple hours at the museum, we went to Crown Candy for Lunch. The teeny tiny diner is home of one of the best sandwiches in America (according to the Travel Channel). Their signature BLT has about a half pound of delicious bacon sandwiched between two slices of bread with lettuce and tomato. If you’re going to get the signature sandwich, they also recommend one of their world-famous milkshakes (which have been featured on the food channel).
My friend got both the BLT and the milkshake. After searching their menu, I determined there was NOTHING on it that was on my diet. Literally nothing. I tried to pick the healthiest option which ended up being a grilled cheese sandwich and a Diet Coke. My lunch was OK, not anything to write home about, but it got rid of my hunger. My friend’s lunch looked a lot better than mine. I had a sip of her shake and one piece of bacon — I worked off those calories and more on the stairs. I am glad I didn’t get the BLT, as good as it was, my friend (who is a very healthy eater) said she felt like crap later, even though she got rid of half the bacon. I felt fine. 🙂
Next up was the tour of the Budweiser brewery. We opted out of taking the entire tour and only went to see the Clydesdales and the Dalmatians — and of course the tasting room. I wanted to take a dog and horse home with me, but we couldn’t figure out how to get them past security.
Last, we went to the top of the St. Louis Arch. I have always wanted to go to the top, but never had the patience to stand in line. Friday there was no line, yay! You have to get in these tiny little pods to get to the top. Imagine trying to fit five people in a space only slightly bigger than a phone booth, but only 4 feet high, and that’s what it was like. It was a nice view from the top and definitely worth the trip. I would like to go up there when the sun was setting.
All around it was a great day. I can honestly say I did more and had more fun than I would have 50 pounds ago. It’s the small changes I have been noticing that have kept me going. I’m having fun doing all of the things I have wanted to do since I moved to Missouri, only about two weeks left!