A Realization and a Revelation

Realization: this Plantar Fasciitis situation is no joke. I really wanted to believe that I could go back to my normal exercise routine and everything would be just fine with some stretching and some ice. Wrong!

After a couple of days of rest, my foot was feeling pretty good. So yesterday I went to the gym and did my normal routine...about 40 minutes of power walking and then weights. The walk went well, no pain at all... so I went on about my business for the rest of the day. Around 8pm last night it was like my foot was on fire. No amount of ice or stretching helped. Luckily it's feeling better today, but I've learned my lesson. My plan? This:

I've always really liked Bob Harper and I've heard great things about this workout. In my late 20's, early 30's I went to yoga three times a week. I really don't know why I ever stopped. I'm hoping this will be a good workout, and will not be bad for the PF. We will see.

Revelation: having a LapBand does not mean that you will have to give up your favorite foods for the rest of your life.

Duh? Right? Let me explain myself here. No matter what I read to the contrary, before I was banded a small part of me wondered if I would ever be able to go out to eat and truly enjoy myself again. So much so, that in the weeks leading up to my pre-op diet, I did what my friends and I dubbed the "Farewell to Eating Tour". I went to three or four of my very favorite restaurants and basically stuffed myself. There was Mexican food, pizza, cupcakes, cheeseburgers, and my favorite of all...Indian food. I look back now and wonder what the hell I was thinking.

Well today I met my best friend from college (and partner in crime on the Farewell tour) for lunch at the very same Indian restaurant where it all went down before. And because it was lunch, they were having their buffet. Big mistake, right? Not so fast.

I gave myself some guidelines. First off, there would be one trip and there would be no shenanigans. And by "shenanigans" I meant...nothing in cream sauce, nothing fried, and no dessert. And guess what? I did great. I had tandoori chicken, a few bites of chana masala, some shrimp vindaloo, and a couple of bites of naan. What's even better is that I left there without being in a horrible, bloated, food coma, and in no way did I feel cheated or deprived. And if I can do this at my favorite restaurant of all time, I can do this anywhere. It's a pretty great feeling.

Not such a great feeling? School starts tomorrow. Oh...it'll be fine. I'm just being a big, whining baby right now. The kids don't come until next week...this week is nothing but in-service meetings. I would much rather skip those and be with the kids. I'm also a bit anxious about being back on a schedule. All summer long I've been able to listen to my body's signals, eat when I wanted, work out when I wanted...all of that. No more! I'll figure it all out, it's just daunting right now. Stay tuned!

Thanks for reading and have a wonderful week!