Yeah, I look quite a bit like this today.
I screwed up. I have a writer’s conference in two weeks and I’ve been trying to get back into shape for that as well as some author photos I need done.
Gradual is just not in my makeup. Nope. I must jump full force into everything I do.
Works with writing.
Not so much with heavy exercise after surgery.
I’ve babied my middle–I know, I’m supposed to— but it looks like someone else’s middle and it’s driving me crazy. It’s been twelve weeks and I’ve breezed through this whole experience for the most part. I haven’t felt twinges of pain in a couple of weeks. I’ve been walking on my treadmill and doing some free weights for my arms. I thought I was ready.
What do I do? Strap heavy ankle weights on my body and do leg lifts, crunches and a sweaty, loooooong hike on the treadmill. The same day.
Last night was hell on earth.
I get to spend today recovering. Luckily, I took the day off to write. I plan to knock out an entire chapter. Looks like I’ll be able to sit still without a problem since moving is torture.
I’d soak in the tub but um… well, I don’t want to make another situation worse. In fact, I made a joke about my other “Loreal” disaster this week. This graphic is not pretty on purpose. Neither is my tan.