So, yesterday the pain got so bad I could barely walk or move without nearly screaming. My boss made me go to an urgent care center because I looked so bad. Every time I tried to stretch, my whole right leg would start tingling and then my foot would go numb. After releasing the stretch, my right hip/glute hurt so sharply that tears would come out of my eyes. The drive to the Baptist Plaza Medical Urgent Care Center was absolute agony. So, my doctor told me what I had been suspecting: I have sciatica. I got lectured about training when I felt pain and about increasing my speed/time too suddenly. The worst part is that I can’t do the 5k next week. I’m so bummed. Here I’ve been so excited and talking about it nonstop and then this stupid shit happens 😦
I’m currently on pain meds and muscle relaxers, which are tearing my stomach up. I barely have any appetite and I’m very out of it; it’s weird. The pain pills are very strong but I still felt pain last night while on them, just duller. It’s kind of annoying to not be all “here” and to have to lay around everywhere, but today I woke up feeling better; I can now walk without limping and the pain is still there but very manageable. Hopefully by next week I can start walking again, and I promise this time I won’t try to do too much too soon but progress slowly.
How about you guys who work out regularly? Any injuries?
So, ever since I’ve taken up running (or really, since I started doing cardio consistently); I’ve been suffering from pain in my right hip. The pain has gotten worse the more exercise I do, and I had assumed it had to do with my shoes, so I figured it would be done once I got new ones. During my run/walk yesterday I felt no pain and even when I came home I felt great, then after my shower the hip pain came back. It is so annoying! It’s this shooting pain in my right hip, on the outside of the hip that radiates to the right side of my lower back and sometimes my right butt cheek down to my knee. Last night and today I feel it only in my hip, especially when I walk and put weight on that side.
I’ve been looking around online for causes/diagnoses (much to Mark’s chagrin) and it seems that hip pain is common for runners, because of a number of ailments from hip bursitis to ITBS. However, these symptoms don’t match any of those 100%. I don’t know, I suppose I should go to the doctor but I hate the fact that I’m sort of insurance-less at the moment and I’d have to pay full price for him to just be like “Oh, just rest it” or something.
To my friends who run or walk a lot, do you experience hip pain? How do I fix it?
I went on the most glorious walk/run today… I was finally able to reach 3 miles! This is the furthest I’ve gone in that amount of time (60 min) and it felt AMAZING! The new shoes have totally made a difference, I had way more energy and felt like I was running a LOT faster than I usually do, not to mention running for a lot longer than I usually can. They were definitely worth the money and I would recommend these shoes to anyone that’s taking up running.
It was such a beautiful day outside, too, the weather was perfect and I got to walk to this tiny little park by the water, it was gorgeous …
This week is off to a great start! I want to keep doing at least 3 miles daily for the rest of the week, and maybe hopefully make it to 4 miles. I think it’s doable. Then we have our monthly Movie Night this Friday, which I’m very excited about!
After spending a miserable night tossing and turning with really bad dreams, this morning I made a promise to myself to chill the hell out and stop obsessing. All night, I kept having these weight-related horrible dreams; things like me waking up to realize I’d gained all my weight back overnight. Between the bad dreams and a comment Mark made on Friday, “Can’t we have one night where you don’t call yourself fat or talk about your weight?” I’ve realized that this has gone beyond just me bordering on unhealthy to full-on obsession that is not only affecting my daily life but the lives of those around me. This is the stuff eating disorders are made of, my friends, and I’m not going down that path.
My plan is basically to keep counting calories and up my cardio and just focus on the upcoming 5k for the next two weeks, without weighing myself. After the 5k on May 7th, I’ll allow myself to check my weight and then proceed from there. I think it sounds like a good plan.
Mark has a sinus infection and is taking antibiotics which are wreaking havoc on his poor stomach so we didn’t do much of anything this weekend except watch movies and eat…
Oh, and I got new running shoes! I bought the Mizuno Wave Creation 12, and they are FABULOUS!
Every day I come into my office and have to fight this inner battle with myself so that I don’t succumb to the damn Milano cookies in the lounge. “Well, Kat, why don’t you just have one and get over it?” some of you could ask, and sure, it’s a valid question; but the deal with me and Milano cookies is: I can’t have just one. Really. I can’t. They are my kryptonite. Is it silly that I have allowed a cookie to have this control over me? Yes, but that doesn’t change the fact that it is so. See, I’ll start with one cookie, then it’s two, then I’ll keep going back for more until my stomach feels awful and I have to go be sick. What do they put in those things? Crack? Meth? A curse from Satan? I’m beginning to think it is a curse, because not only do they have the power to make me eat a shitload of them; they are also my “Fuck it” food. You know, the food that makes you go on this downward spiral where you’re like “Fuck it, I already screwed up, might as well go all out” so then you go on this horrible junk food extravaganza. Well, Milano cookies are the gateway food for those binges, which is why I have to fight everyday not to eat them.
It wasn’t always Milano cookies, before it used to be ice cream and Doritos. Oh man, especially Doritos. Just one Dorito would end up with me wolfing down the entire (party size) bag, then moving on to the next thing to eat. Or I would eat the Doritos and the ice cream together… It was bad. I remember sleeping over friends’ houses and waiting until everyone was asleep to sneak into the kitchen and eat some ice cream alone in the dark, totally ashamed and disgusted with myself (sorry, Amigas, I know you’re reading this now). Just sitting there in the dark, eating ice cream (or cookies, or chips, etc), I just felt … better. Even if I was ashamed and grossed out at myself, the food tasted so good and made me feel comforted, happy. I don’t know what happened early on in my life that has made me form this crazy attachment to food, but it’s something I think about quite often. I’ve considered going to Overeaters Anonymous but I’m not sure if I really belong there, either. As long as I stay away from Milano cookies I’m okay most of the time, and I haven’t gone on any binges lately (although I have eaten restaurant food way too much this week and I’m beginning to think I look chunkier than last week).
As Mark and Leslie have pointed out, my obsession with how much I weigh right now and how much I want to weigh is getting unhealthy, and I’m aware of this. I know that this unhealthy behavior causes stress which causes me to want to fall off the wagon and eat things I’m not supposed to. I’m hoping that by me continuing to write about these stressful feelings and thoughts, I can start relaxing and feeling better on my own … and stay away from those damned Milano cookies.
How about you? Do you have any “fuck it” or trigger foods? How do you handle cravings?