I’ve come to a decision. I’ll no longer post a weekly weigh-in on Tuesdays. It only makes sense to put my weekly weigh-in content in with my weekly update. The two easily fit together. So this will be my last weekly weigh-in post.
This week there was no loss, no gain, but oh so much pain! I’ve heard most of my life “No pain, no gain” and here I am torturing myself with physical therapy exercises, gasping in pain, sometimes fighting back tears, and I didn’t gain but I didn’t lose.
So now I’m 8 lbs above my annual goal with no end in sight.
I have two physical therapy appointments this week and I’m hoping that I’ll be given the green light to do things for myself—to walk without the cane, to take the dogs outside in the back yard, to have some mobility again.
The truth is, my frustration is getting in my way. I want to see improvement immediately. Not slow and steady but now, right now. So I guess this is an exercise in acceptance, accepting where I am and the pain of how I am. And I’ll focus on the improvement—the better extension—and not on the stagnation—the ongoing pain. I am doing everything I should and nothing more because I’m afraid of overdoing things. No. That’s not entirely true. I add some of the exercises the physical therapist does with me during our sessions. I told her on Thursday that I did, and which exercises I completed on top of the ones on the printout she gave to me, and she approved. Yes, I’m careful but I’m also ready to be on the other side of all of this and back on my own two feet.