Friday, September 7, 2012

Booty Shakes and Whitey Tighteys

This morning was the dreaded visit to the doctor's office to have my knee looked at. The good news is that my leg doesn't need to be amputated. And really, there's no bad news. My knee is fine. Booty shake!

I met with an ortho doc, who I loved from the very moment that I met her. She was young, quirky, and I immediately wanted to make her my new best friend. It would probably have been a little awkward to ask her to swap numbers and wear matching BFF necklaces considering we didn't know each other but whatever. The doc listened to my symptoms, asked questions, checked my knee, and made me get a couple x-rays taken to ensure I hadn't fractured anything. The conclusion: overuse. I basically went from 0 to 60 in 2.5 seconds and my knee couldn't handle it.

The best part is that I can keep running. Yay!! I was so worried that I wouldn't be able to run the 10-miler and then I'd have to throw a good old fashioned temper tantrum. I need to watch myself, take ibuprofen as needed, and make sure I ice my knee but other than that, I'm good to go. She also told me to work on strengthening my legs, which will help my knee adjust. No squats but it looks like Jillian and I will be spending some more quality time together.

Driving to work gave me some time to think and I realized that if today wasn't a cry for help, I don't know what will be. Clearly my weight is putting a strain on my body and if I want to get better, I need to do something about it. Meeting with the doctor was the kick in the ass that I needed to make sure I do this.

Along with that comes the technique of visioning. We had an outside speaker come in yesterday for a quarterly department event and she talked about work-life balance, time management, etc. Anyway, one of the things that really stuck with me was visioning. We had to complete a life balance worksheet and one of the items we had to rate was physical health. I, of course, gave it a low score. Later on we had to pick one of the items and write our vision of what that item would look like if it were given a score of 10. What am I doing? What do I hear? See? All of that.

I wrote about being my ideal weight. I would be slim and fit. I would be able to run a half-marathon and beat my personal record. I would be able to look in the mirror and like what I see. I would get asked "how do you stay so thin?" and love every minute of it. I wouldn't be embarrassed to be seen in a swimming suit. This list could go on forever but I won't bore with all the would be's.

My first goal is to complete the 10-miler. I am quickly realizing it will be here before I know it. From there, I'm tackling this whole weight issue for good.

SQUIRREL!!

Ahh, now that I've got your attention (because I'm sure I lost it halfway back up the page), here are a few more of the things you may or may not know about me. Everyone seems to like those.
  • I have 5 tattoos. I only regret one of them but not really that much. I even have the traditional sign of a who-er...the tramp stamp. It's by far my favorite tattoo. And I'm not a who-er.
  • I hate swedish fish and dots and anything that is gummy but not really a gummy. It sticks to my teeth and irritates me. And quite honestly I'm just prejudiced against the fish because they're liars. They're not really from Sweden.
  • In high school, I once walked through the boys locker room on accident and did see a couple of guys in their whitey tighteys. Oops!
  • Bud light is my beer of choice. Or piss water as my husband calls it. But then again, what does he know. I'm saving money...I can get drunk way cheaper than he can.
  • I read the 50 Shades of Gray trilogy in 4 days. I loved every minute of it. I can't get in an elevator without thinking about book 1.
Alright, duty calls. Rowan and I are single for the weekend while Glenn is up at Camp Ripley. We're gonna pound a few back and see what we can do to get arrested. Or, we're gonna have milk and cookies while we watch the Lorax for the 15th time. It's all up in the air.

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