The day I turned 30, I injured my back. I was bending over putting on my daughters shoes and sweater and when I stood back up - incredible pain. For 3 days I was literally walking like an old woman, hunched over and slow. It hurt to go up stairs, it hurt to carry my baby, it hurt to do anything. That was a Wednesday. By Monday I was feeling almost normal so I decided to go to the gym. I did my usual 1:1 running and went super easy on the weight machines and even skipped the ones where I used my back. That night, I was in incredible pain again. This time it took about a week and a half to feel better. The original back injury occured 3 weeks ago and even tonight, I am still not pain free. It is incredibly depressing. As you can read by my last post, I was at a point where I was so motivated. I was losing consistant weight again. I was working out hard. I was eating healthy. I was feeling like my body was strong.
Needless to say, my eating suffered. I had a few moments where I ate my frustration. Probably more than a few moments. I obviously stopped going to the gym. For me, I exercise and my healthy eating follows. Putting the effort into a workout makes me want to eat healthy in order to not "waste" that workout. Taking the exercise out of the equation caused my eating to go haywire. I can't tell you how many times I told myself that if I don't exercise I could still lose weight if I stick to my caloric intake. It is totally possible. More often than not, I ignored myself.
This week has been a turnaround. I've gone to the gym twice. Tonight I even ran 2 minutes, walked 1 for 21 minutes and then continued to walk for another 30 minutes at a 2.0 incline. I've gotten back into my healthy eating (mostly). I weighed in this week at 179. One pound gain is not too shabby for me. I was seriously expecting way worse. With 4 weeks left of mat leave, I'm hoping I can make the most of it.