Who's a naughty non-blogger! I am so sorry bloggerinies. I've been megaballs tired and going to be extremely early so I've not posted! No excuse, though. I'll try and remember yesterday and post that, then I'll post a new blog for today! What a bad girl!
Workout:
2 sets of supersets that I changed up a little. I was really not feeling it yesterday morning, at 5am. I had received bad news about my leg, which is all wiped out now and I'll talk about in a minute, but I was pretty down and therefore pretty slack. I'm already kinda bored, might re-evaluate the routine this weekend:
•Chest Flies x 12, Skull Crushers x 12
•Chest Press w Crunch x 15, Hammer Curls x 15
•Clean 'n Press x 12, Alternate Arm Bent Over Row x 12
•Single-Leg Drop x 12 each leg, 1 min plank on knees (boot = awkward)
I was a bit proud of myself for reigning in some emotional eating yesterday. I had the Bad News Bear Surgeon tell me it would be 6 weeks until I could skate. I managed to NOT CRY, which is huge for me at the moment, which is crap because I've never been much of a crier until roller derby. I also managed to suck on 2 small tsps of peanut butter instead of smothering it all over toast as a comforter. I also ignored the ice cream, and instead of caving to the craving, I had a swig of Zymils milk to cover the dairy urge. Minor win for the win! I can't really remember what I ate, but I'll give it a shot.
•Banana smoothie
•Apple
•2 little tsps of pb
•Dry salad w spinach, grape tomato, carrot, cucumber, green beans and 4 Bean Mix (my friend and I have this thing about 4 beans. 3 you're missing out and 5 you're going overboard. Really, 4 Bean Mix is where it's at)
•Nectarine
•Handful of nuts
•Beautiful chicken with similar salad, but with lime, pepper and olive oil dressing (not so nice) and corn on the cob (so god damn nice I miss it just thinking about it)
•Swig of skim milk
I know fruit is high in sugar but cut a girl a break! That is pretty much processed-food-free and a little more than I expected but definitely back on track. Score 1 day for Dodge!
After lunch I went to the physio, but that is another story. Actually, I have a whole lot to say from 3 days of no entries, so you can read it now.
On Wednesday I went to see the surgeon and he said my bone is about 80% healed. Hooray, right? Kind of. He proceeded to say that I need to wear my boot full-time for another week then I could ween off it and take it off at home. Then in a further 4 weeks, so 6 weeks now, I would be allowed to do the things I love, namely work out and skate. He also said I couldn't do squats. This is when I thought WOO UP THERE SOLDIER, wtf are wrong with squats? Apparenly it's too much weight on my leg. Ummm... Where my body weight is evenly disributed across both of my legs? Really? Okay. Cue emotional semi-break-down. More like confidence-and-psyche breakdown.
THEN yesterday (Thursday, or The Day This Blog Is Dated) I went to the physio. HE may have my babies. Or I his. However that works out. Anyway, HE said, direct quote, "I see no reason why you should still be wearing the boot.". Success! He went on to say lots of lovely things like "I see no reason why, when you're comfortable walking again, you can't skate. Not training, but skating" and "Of course you'll be fine in LA. You might not be your best, but you'll still be good", and "O.o Do a squat. How is that putting extra pressure on your leg?". Ladies and gentlemen, we have a lesbian game-changer. Legit. (Side-note: I heard these kids on the bus saying "legit" like it's the cool thing to do so I have been sarcastically peppering it through my conversation recently, as in taking the piss, but as we all know, it will soon morph in to my regular use of language and I will not remember where sarcasm ends and I begin. It's inevitable. Legit) (Second side-note: that last legit was the actual sarcastic kind). Effectively, he not only massaged my leg, he massaged my heart, and other long-hardened lower extremities (not legit), and now I have a renewed sense of vigour and love of life that I can only attribute to this wonderful doctor-man.
This, however, raises certain questions. Not so much of my own, but of my concerned Daddy Dearest. There is a school of thought that maybe, just maybe, the surgeon is a little bit more qualified to tell me to calm the cluck down. Whatevs. I've decided to blend their advice, take it a little easy, but still push it so that I can heal. The physio said that I haven't experienced any pain because I haven't asked much of my ankle, so now I have to (direct quote again) "push it a little so you can be ready in time for LA". Woo woo!
So that was then, and on to now!
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