Remember when I said “that is a post for another time?” Well this is that post.
I started out 2018 in such a healthy way. A renewed determination to get back into a gym routine, staying away from bad food choices, I had a plan.
Then not quite two months in I hurt my knee. 3 times in 6 weeks. I’ve never had knee problems. In fact, I have been pretty lucky with my health. I don’t smoke or do drugs. I drink socially a couple times a month. I wanted to lose about 40 pounds and figured I would hit that goal by the fall. I’ve done it before, I know I can do it.
Then a stationary gym bike, a patch of ice and landing wrong doing a “reverse” on the Cha Cha Slide changed the course of my year. I bought a knee brace, figured I had pulled something and it just needed time to heal. It took me 2 months to decide I better go see an actual doctor. 2 months of limping around and wincing on the stairs. So I did. And found out I had torn my meniscus on both sides of my left knee. Surgery was the fix, but even then the dr told me that as I get older I would most likely have arthritis problems, as it seems almost everyone I know does.
So instead of facing it, I pushed it off. I was too busy in the summer for surgery. I was in a wedding, we had a family vacation planned. I didn’t want to do it in the fall, that is my favorite season. I pushed it off and limped around. Some days it felt fine. Some days I had to double up on my knee braces.
Looking back I wish I had at least kept up with my calorie counting instead of feeling so hopeless. But instead I kind of gave up. Instead of losing 40 pounds, I gained nearly 25 in 10 months. I knew it was happening but for some reason I just couldn’t get it under control.
Something has to change. I don’t expect to run marathons or anything crazy like that. But I want to be able to go for long walks, go bike riding and fit back into all of my cute clothes. I need to get this under control. I need to STOP with the excuses.
The first step to a healthier me is the knee surgery. So I did it. 4 days ago. I was a nervous wreck, I’ve never even had a stitch before! But here I am, recovering. This was just the first step. Once I get cleared by the doctor, my plan for 2018 is a walk every single day. I don’t care of it is sleeting, snowing or 100 degrees. I will go for a walk every damn day no matter what and I will take a picture from that walk for an album I will create. I will hold myself accountable. I will go back to smaller portions and healthier choices. I will get back to the point where I don’t cringe when I get dressed. I can do this.
My goal is to lose at least 65 pounds and to be able to do the 8 mile Highbanks Trail by next fall. I AM going to do this. And you are all welcome to come along with me.
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Best wishes on your recovery!
Our weight loss challenge is going to start the second week on January….I won’t go outside if it’s too ucky but I’ll be right there with you in spirit.
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I would like to join you. I lost 55 lbs 2 years ago. Then with life and work stress gained 15 back. I’m at the place I said I wouldn’t go back to. Yet here I am. I don’t know how or where to start. Maybe we can start together?
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I’m with you!