Hello, hello, hello. I promise I'm not dead. Sometimes Life happens, and sometimes it happens in a BIG, BIG way. My sister was in the hospital for over 10 days, and just got out today. You forget all about yourself when someone you love is hurting.
You forget meals and suddenly remember you need to eat, so you grab whatever you can. Yikes.
Then, I am a HUGE emotional eater. I have a bad day at work, I reach for carbs. Reese's, bread, pasta, Katie (yes, real names here) gets admitted to the hospital and what do I want? Soda and blueberry roll ups. I don't know why. I just needed it.
Well, she's home now and I've got to get back on track. My hip is still killing me (remember that two inch tear I so nicely gave myself?) but I've just got to stretch it out really well and hop to it.
I have been stretching every day and icing it and doing the whole medicine thing, but it's time to get back to my routines. I'll take it easy at first but slowly work my way back to where I was and then keep pushing forward.
I want to note though, that I am keeping my doctor in the loop, and I'm not just going all Hulk on this. I have an appointment with my physiologist next week and we're going to work together on some hip movements to really focus on getting that region back to par. Always keep your doctor's involved if you can, folks. Especially when you're going from fatty to fit like me.
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