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Dealing with injury, weight gain and recovery time. 

9 Apr

So since mid February I’ve had this pain in my leg. At first I thought it was just tightness so I stretched and I stretched. One night in a pilates class I had this pain that shot up from the affected leg and all the way down to the other foot. I stopped moving immediately. I was so freaked out it was like being electrocuted. Ok ok shake it off I said to myself. Don’t be daft you clearly moved funny. So I tried that move again and I got the same shock. Great, I’m broken I thought. 


I mentioned it to my trainer and she referred me onto a sports injury doctor she had seen before. The wait for that appointment was agonising. My leg got tighter and more painful. I got cranky and moving became more difficult. It hurt to get up in the morning, it hurt to stand on the bus and I couldn’t put my food flat on the ground. 

I eventually had my appointment and he knew straight away what it was. My Sciatic nerve was trapped. He tried to lift the leg and I flinched in pain. How can I fix it I asked. Cortisone he said. I booked the appointment 1 week after my doctors visit. Pilates got harder, walking got harder and just moving in general got harder.


The day finally came for the injection and I went into complete meltdown. What if they can’t fix me, I bet the don’t do the procedure here today. I bet they send me somewhere else. I was called into the procedure room and met the doctor. I almost put my foot through the wall when he touched my leg. He was pretty honest about how much cortisone my body would be able to take given the tightness in the leg. 

I fought back tears as he injected and lied through my teeth when he asked if it hurt when he put the needle in. I was desperate for my leg to be fixed I just wanted all the cortisone. 

Shortly after I was sent home and I felt great. No pain no nothing, and then the anaesthetic wore off and I was like a cranky demon. I couldn’t get comfortable I didn’t know what I wanted. After a few days rest I could move. I felt great. I could walk to work, go to Pilates and do a gentle workout. 

7 days after the injection the pain came back and I was back to square 1. I was devastated. I was referred back to the doctor and I’m now booked in for my second shot of cortisone. To help with the pain managed I was given a two week dose of lyrica. Those tablets are the devil. I was moody, sad and worst of all . . . Hungry. I ate EVERYTHING. I cried when I didn’t have enough food. There was not enough food for me to eat. I was constantly hungry. I put on almost 2kgs and it destroyed me. My pants were tight and i felt gross. Then I started to panic about loosing the weight. I knew I’d be out of action for a week or so with the second shot and I needed to get back training for Brissy to the Bay. 

I put the tablets in the bin and I’ll manage my pain with ice and heat. Here’s hoping the 2nd injection works better. 

Weight loss – it’s a Love/Hate Relationship 

9 Apr

  

Monday morning 5.30am and my alarm goes off. Right fresh week fresh start. Clean eating and at least 3-4 sessions in the gym this week. That’s my weekly conversation and it’s a battle. My heart is telling me yes girl you got this and my brain is telling me to eat all the food. This has been a struggle for most of my adult life. Eat when I’m hungry, eat when I’m board, eat when I’m sad, eat when I’m happy. 

This is me just over a year ago 

  
I honestly didn’t see anything wrong at the time. I was working out but my biggest vice was I was eating so badly. Take out a few nights a week, lollies and chocolates in work, biscuits after dinner. I guess in my head I justified that because I was working out I could eat what i wanted. I wasn’t going to loose any weight but if I worked out at least I wouldn’t gain any. 

Then I saw this picture 

  
I think I was at my heaviest here but again I wasn’t quiet ready to face that I had a problem with my weight. In June we were required to go for medicals for our residency. I remember the doctor telling me to stand on the scales and I was horrified at the number looking back at me. I wanted to cry. I remember the doctor asking me for my weight and I said to him oh can’t you see it, he said no. . .  I knocked about 5kgs off my weight and lied to him. All I could think about was f**k how did it get this bad and why did nobody tell me. More importantly why didn’t I see this in myself.

  

 At this point I vowed to start cutting the crap, stop blaming anything and everyone and do this for me. 

I guess the biggest eye opener was that sugar film. I watched it with my husband and we both felt sick afterwards. We were heading home in August 2015 and I was determined for the month of July I was going sugar free. Our trainer did a meal plan for us and we followed it to the T. The first week was horrific. I remember the crankiness, headaches and moodiness. But then something changed, the headaches went, my skin looked better and I had more energy. The numbers were dropping on the scales. I was delighted. We went home for three weeks and of course there was plenty of great food and drinks and cakes. Sure we were on holidays -it’ll be grand. Eh wrong came back 3kgs heavier. Oh crap!! 

  
There was nothing I could do about that so we agreed to move on and get back to the healthy eating. We continued on with the healthy eating, training and even joined a Pilates class. The hardest part for me was when my weight loss stopped and it just stayed and then the scales was telling me I was gaining massive kgs. I have now learnt to ignore the scales and also realised it’s very much broken.    

Then one day my trainer said to me I was going to try some running. No no no my biggest fear. Running. I was like I’m too heavy to run, what if I can’t run what if I fall. And I certainly wasn’t going to run for the first time in my training session. So what did I do. I snuck up to the gym and practiced running and do you know what I absolutely hated it. I couldn’t breath, I wanted to vomit and my legs were aching. But I stuck with it and am proud to say I can now run 5k 

  
I guess the biggest lesson I have learnt is that everyone falls off the routine every now and again but it’s being able to get back into the routine that is the important part. Being able to enjoy a treat now and again but not scoffing to the point where you’ll be ill. And most importantly learning to love yourself and stop comparing yourself which has taken me oh 30 years to learn. 

  
Everyone is fighting their own fight you just concentrate on you and let them be them 💕 xox