Some days you’re up, some days you’re down.
Today is one of those down days. I’m feeling so discouraged by the whole process. I miss a regular life. I’m bored, but what I really want to do (work out) I can’t do because of my stupid foot.
Sigh.
I knew going in that I would have days like these. I went to the fitness center, did my non weight bearing cardio and lifted weights. I was thirsty, so I took a drink of water from the cooler. That’s when the newest wrinkle appeared. Apparently, being heated up from exercise and cold water no longer mix. They equal barfs. I know it’s the temperature, but my first thought was, “Water? Seriously? WTF am I supposed to do now?”
I guess I’ll just keep plugging away. It’s what I do.
I’m doubting the process. Yes, it’s great that I crossed the 50 pound barrier, but I miss a normal life. I realize that’s my whiny inner child speaking… if I had lived a normal life before, I wouldn’t have been fat enough to have to undergo the operation. I made tuna salad last night for dinner. All I could have was just tuna salad. No crackers or anything. It’s kind of nasty, just salad, but it’s how the cookie crumbles. I’m actually afraid to try new stuff because I’m afraid I’ll just spit it right back up.
I guess impatience is a curse of mine. I want my foot to be healed so I can work out. I want the weight to come off, and I want to get back to eating a more balanced diet.
In the meantime, I just need to suck it up.
Sometimes, that’s all you can do.
Memoirs of a Soon-to-Be Former Fat Guy 