I did not realize I haven’t written in over a month. I am way behind. I have full intentions to do so in my mind, but work is super busy. By the time I get around to it, I’m a tad exhausted. Yep….I’m full of excuses.
I’m so glad to be back at work. I like structure and I like having a purpose. I came back headfirst, but so thankful for my job and my amazing manager. I never felt such compassion as I did with my team.
I had my 12 week follow-up with my surgeon a couple weeks ago. I feel as good as I can possibly be following THR. My surgeon and PA both said I’m a completely different person than I was at 7 weeks versus 12. That surgery recovery was horrific. They explained more than once to me how tight and strong my quads and hip flexors were. (That was a compliment!) My muscles are still trying to wake up. I still get stabbing pains at the bottom of the rod in my femur, but I can’t help how muscular my sexy legs are. I’m really grasping the new me.
I’ve been kicking ass on the elliptical. It is the closest thing I can do to mimic running. I can’t go as fast, but I do love the freedom I feel right now. I crank on my true crime podcast and imagine myself running down my road following the path as I know the distance so well.
I remember in December I could barely do 10 minutes on the elliptical. Now it’s not so much about time, as it is distance. My goal is doing two miles, three times per week. Just this week alone, I have improved. It was taking me about 35 minutes to do two miles. Yesterday I did two miles in less than 31 minutes. That means I’m averaging more than 4 mph, which is a great walk speed. The picture is a tad fuzzy, but I was in motion.
And so ECSTATIC with my time. I achieved my two miles with a pic to prove it.
I have been working hard this year to get back in shape. I want to get off the weight I gained during surgery recovery. It’s slow, but I’m getting there. My fiancé has worked in a fast food industry for 38 years. He is not overweight and never overate, but he didn’t realize what he was putting into his body. He got on board with my GIGO approach. GIGO (Garbage In Garbage Out). What you put into your body is what comes out. We have just finished a month and he is so much more conscious of what he eats. He says he feels more energy. That boy reads the nutritional facts before eating anything. He said he has never done that before. I am beyond proud of him. I appreciate him doing this with me because it helps to have support. But doggone him, guys and their metabolism. He has already lost 15 pounds! I am still so proud of him. Working on our beach bodies. haha
However, my workout partner putzes out on me every time. She would much rather sleep, or eat. One thing I can count on with her is she is always by my side for every workout. I couldn’t imagine doing one without her.
I’m going to keep chugging along. I can’t wait till it warms up because I’m beyond over this stupid weather. I want to get out and try walking to see how my hip holds up with some impact. Most importantly, I just want warm temps and sunshine.
I’ll try not to get so far behind in writing next time.
At the end of my workout yesterday, I was really happy. I have no shame in my workout look: sweaty and smelly. Good thing none of you can smell my picture. hahahaha. I crack myself up. I’ll leave the pic at the end.
Until next time, peace out, trouts.