I was really, really, really worried about gaining weight because of this whole foot debacle, but I don't think it's been an issue. I had a full physical last Wednesday and I'd actually lost weight. Probably from dragging this stupid boot through malls and grocery stores. After about 30 minutes or so it starts to weigh about 35 pounds, give or take.
And once again, I was told by a close friend to chill out and stop obsessing. I was telling her how I don't understand not losing weight after working out 5 - 6 days a week. She told me that I'm stressing myself out and need to stop worrying about it. So that's what I'm trying to do. Stop worrying about it.
Which ultimately is what needs to happen. I need to learn to be happy with myself no matter what a scale says. Here's the thing. I don't think I'm hideously ugly. What I hate are the restrictions being this size puts on my me. I just hate getting winded walking up a fight of stairs. I hate my stomach getting in the way. I hate how my thighs rub together when I wear a skirt. That's what I'm trying to change.
So yes, I've been trying not to obsess. I haven't weighed myself since I got hurt because if I can't workout I'm not going to punish myself for weight gained. I've kept the same eating habits and not deprived myself of anything just because I'm not going running.
Ok. That's where I am right now. Hopefully I'll be able to get back into the swing of things later this week. And I'll try not to forget to update on Thursday.
