Then one morning I got up and my lower back - on the right side - was extremely sore and fatigued and feeling like if I wasn't very careful it was going to go out. Again, as the day would go on, I would loosen up but holy carp, the mornings were really hard and it was extremely difficult to even want to do my 4:30 am running. Oh, and my left foot started feeling like it was getting a bad case of plantar fasciitis. This is the foot that has the neuroma so if that was flared up too you can imagine what trying to take a normal step felt like, much less running. Good grief! However, I was close to going away on vacation so I gritted it out because I knew I'd get some rest. For me, vacation has always been an exercise optional time. There is a season for everything and that includes rest. I take one outfit but if I don't use it I don't care nor do I feel guilty. As I've never been one to have a difficult time restarting exercise, I am perfectly fine with 'vacating' everything.
Unfortunately, after a full week of rest I came home pretty discouraged - everything was still achey and I was starting to feel like the real problem might be originating in my back - on both sides. Gah. Though I gave it a good try, I had a very difficult time getting back into my routine. It's hard to get up at 4 am and be raring to go when you hurt from head to toe. After two weeks at home, I took off again to visit Little Helen and decided to once again take the time I was away as a rest period. Mind you, we did a ton of walking while I was there and by the end of that trip the tugging in the leg was becoming less and less, though the foot issue seemed to be getting worse.
When I returned home after Memorial Day, I began my normal exercise routine and what do you know all the issues began to flair up again. I guess I'm getting the message that the left side of my body is pretty unbalanced and I'm going to have to get with some sort of doctor. This whole situation has been quite frustrating and discouraging!
For the time being, I am rolling, icing, and getting Mr. Helen to massage my sore foot. I also decided to try to stick with the treadmill as much as I can to give myself a softer surface until some of this stuff calms down. That has actually been easy as it has been grey and dreary and raining and cold. Yep, cold. 48 degrees overnight, for example.
I am in deep love with my Zero Scale. Never thought I'd say that about a scale but it's true. This tool has completely kept me from worrying and agonizing about my weight. I jump on, see progress (or don't!) and for the most part it doesn't affect my mood in regards to my weight.
Still, I haven't been using it very much as during most of the month of May as I was away on vacation and in vacation mode, which means I give myself a break from the scale and food tracking. It doesn't mean I allow myself to go completely off the rails but I will say a little more pasta was consumed than I would normally partake of. Delicious pasta is not Paleo or Primal or anything that should be eaten in quantity unless one is training for a marathon or some other such endurance event, which I am not.
I also have a long term goal to be at that size when my friend Em gets married in October. I think it's going to require me to lose around 15 more lbs., so really I've only gotten around halfway through the weight loss I need to get to my size goal and now it's time to get down to brass tacks.
I've always admired Lori's habit of setting monthly goals. Somehow they seem more reasonable and reachable than trying to attack a big mountain. As May wound down I sort of cooked up a plan and I started a personal challenge on June 1. My goal in June is to lose 6 pounds. That weight I want to lose already feels less overwhelming and totally doable by October... assuming I don't vacate too much between now and then!