|I felt so empowered in my first animal print.|
Hello! I have been asked to blog again. What do I have to talk about? Plenty. I am on a weight loss journey, healthy life style living, whatever you call it all sums up to I'm tired of being fat and I'm tired of hurting. My health across the board is lovely, but the fat is wearing my feet and joints down. I'm tired of looking like lumpy butter in a dress, limping lumpy butter at that.
I have plantar fasciitis in my right foot along with heel spurs. It hurts, like walking on a board with nails in it each step. I know how that feels because I’ve stepped on a nail before. That hurts! That first step is enough to make me cry. Strolling through the mall, NO! Walking to the back of Wal-Marks, NO! Walking at a normal pace, NO! Unfortunately, my mother has it too and she's shared her experiences with me. All the exercises, stretching, boots, rolling with ice are just temporary, even the cortisone shot didn't completely relieve me.
The shot did make it bearable for me to get my fat ass up and get to moving. I took my health for granted and I can't anymore. Since going to the gym there have been days when I want to cut my foot off. My toes go numb in that foot. I have to slow it down and modify exercises. People say walk, I can't, seriously. I don't let those things discourage me. I found a few things I'm good at, such as the Arc (elliptical, stepper type machine). I beast that thing out!
Then once I'm done with that there's the strength training. Once this fat melts away, my cut arms and abs are going to look so beautiful.
So far I've lost 22 pounds.
|That ain't water! That's Zumba!|