Getting back on the horse

It's been ages, eons, volumes of time... or so it seems... but even though I had a few months of super slacking, I'm offically back on this horse, and galloping towards a healthier, happier me!

A year ago, after traveling on the Tori Tour (Night of Hunters, woot!), I had micro tears and swelling in a tendon on the bottom of my right foot, caused from over-walking in improper shoes -- who knew that hiking shoes were rubbish for city treking?! (Live and learn.) It turns out that I had bones spurs hiding on my heels (probably for years) and when I had some swelling around the tendon (thank you, bad shoes) it made the bone spur poke at the tendon and screw it all up six-ways-to-Sunday.

So, the docs told me to put my foot up as much as possible, and avoid walking and standing (as if I could, if I wanted to... for a few months I was hobbled really badly, and I spent several months on tip-toe just to walk around at home.)

In a nutshell, I was in terrible pain, and I had been told to sit down until the tendon healed. This was not a condusive situation to aerobics, yoga, and long walks with the pooch. In fact, it just made me feel really depressed and discouraged... the longer I went without exercising daily, the harder it seemed to start up again.


Although I had stopped counting calories, I tried to be mindful about what I was eating, and I maintained my better habit of NOT SNACKING, which is what I think, in the end, saved me from becoming Jabba the Hut in pink pyjamas during this "down time."

I started back to stretching and yoga, everyone once in a while, but I found it difficult to maintain a weekly habit, let along daily, as I had been doing before. You know where this is going... right down the depressive rabbit hole... and a bad cycle of feeling like a failure causing me to fail started looping around and around... I can guess that many of you have been there, maybe you're even there right now... so you know, it's a hideous mobious of self-doubt, self-loathing, self-pity, and despair that makes you think you'll never find a way out again.

And then, things changed.

The holidays came. I ate cookies. Many cookies. I started to gain a little weight back...
That was it,  the Christmas catalyst : I WILL NOT continue being fat !

Enough excuses, enough despair, enough with the fat girl jeans, hatefully hanging my closet, enough with the self-loathing and self-destruction. Get Back On The Horse!


So I did.
And husband helped me.



At the beginning of January, we decided to make a schedule :
Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, 30 min. work out at 11:15

(which is really 11:30, because it takes us 15 minutes to get the room and vids set up, and get the dog to move off of the yoga mat, which she loves, in a really frantic and adorable kind of way!)

So far, so good! I've dropped about 2 kilos, and I can certainly tell that I've toned up more, particular in my arms and thighs. I have not taken measurements yet, but that is on the calendar for next Tuesday. We took some photos this week, so I'll be able to start comparative pics again, too.


Even though I fell off the horse, so to speak, for a long while, I managed to maintain most of the weight I'd lost from my previous efforts, and I'm down a dress size. My current goal is -22 kilos (-50 lbs) by May. I can get there. I will get there. One bicep curl, one pilates crunch, and one yoga stretch at a time! I'm gradually moving up from 30 min. to 35 min., and by the end of next week, I'll be doing 40. Patience and perseverance are key.

I will be thin.
I will be healthy.
I will be happy.

All of these things are obtainable.
All of these wishes can come true.

I am the only enemy on my path.
I am the only one who can stop me from destroying me.

I will succeed.
It's decided.
It's true.

<3