It’s early January and I’m on a diet and working out like most of America. I’m bound and determined to get this god awful weight off of my body. After my surgery, I promised myself I would continue to lose weight. After goofing around for a few months and maintaining, I started to do P90X and started to see progress. Then Halloween came around and then the holidays and then the Big Move and I got lazy and put working out on the back burner. Luckily, I continued to eat relatively healthy and didn’t gain any weight.
Then, we moved and I was overwhelmed with just getting settled and all that entailed. I would lose a few pounds, gain a few pounds. Basically, I was yo-yo-ing the same 3 pounds for the past 6 months. Then, the holidays crept up and so did my weight. I started to freak out because I was almost back to the weight I was just after my surgery. HELL NO.
I wasn’t happy about where I was headed, but what scared me more than anything was the shape that I was in physically. For quite a while I’ve been dealing with chronic pain in my shoulders. I just thought it was a rotator cuff issue, but a few weeks ago the same pain I had in my shoulders was now present in my elbows and wrists. I also had dull pain in my knees. My mom suffered from arthritis at the age I am now, to the point that she was hospitalized for a period of time. I was really scared. Some days the pain was so bad that I just winced my way through the day. I started taking doses of ibuprofen like it was candy. I felt ridiculous. I completely revamped my diet. More protein, more vegetables. I will never be able to take carbs out of my diet 100% but I’ve greatly reduced how much of them I eat.
I started doing Yoga daily, which has improved the issues with my joints. In fact, I have absolutely no pain at this moment. I decided to go for broke and joined WW also. Now I’m down 4 pounds and hoping to reach my goal within the next few months.