I injured my back last weekend. To the point I could barely move for a few days, let alone work out. Luckily my mom and dad are retired and willing to help out, so they took my youngest for a few days. (Try telling your one year old Mommy is not allowed to lift this week). I think she has it made as she’s getting constant one-on-one attention and all the Grandma and Grandpa snuggles she can take.
I feel stuck. A few days later I have movement back, but going downstairs to rotate laundry feels like a workout. Yesterday was my best day so far and I was able to make it with acetaminophen only until the evening when I couldn’t move again. I miss even walking. I know I won’t be jogging for awhile now, but that’s okay. I just want my walking back. I would like to be able to clean my house again and bring my daughter to school without limping–it’s one of those moments that you can be thankful for your health!
One of the nice side-effects of the anti-inflammatory drugs I’m on is a lack of appetite. Without the exercise I have to watch the kcals even more and I have managed to stay under my calorie goal each day this week. So hopefully, the scale will still appreciate me next Sunday’s weigh-in!
But the little blessings I’ve gotten from this injury–Disney Princess movie time with my five year old. Included with that are loads of giggles, lots of hugs and kisses, and some bonding time that we don’t usually get in the hustle and bustle of our lives. I know I’ve enjoyed it. And considering she comes up for those hugs and kisses, I’m pretty sure she does too.
So I may be stuck, but sometimes that’s where you find you need to be.