It started on Monday night when I broke my arm. A nice fifteen pound dumbbell fell onto my arm. It wasn't my smartest moment. It's just a hairline fracture, so it should heal quickly. But the pain meds have left me in a groggy mess. I'm feeling better today, so I can stop taking them. I'm a day behind on my mileage goals for this week, so I will have to make that up in the next few days if I am able. Getting into that sports bra one armed is.... Interesting.
In other news, I asked my husband to hide our scale.
Let me get this out there. I have an eating disorder. This disorder is made worse by the obsessing I do over the scale. Somedays I weigh myself 20-30 times. And I am so much more than a scale.
Instead of focusing on that number, I plan to keep on working towards my running goals, eating within my calorie range, and adding more lifting to my regime.
I have faith that those things will only add to my health.
It's time for me to heal.
I will weigh in once a month, then have the scale taken away again. I will be focusing on how I feel and how my clothes feel on me.
Wish me luck.
1 comment:
Sorry about your arm!! Glad its not holding you back!! Grest idea about the scale
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