OK, so today I can walk a bit more than I could Monday Night. I've been walking around with the hockey stick, whenever I actually had to get anywhere.
Hubby has been home for the last two days to take care of me and the kids. Poor man. Not fun. I'm so sure he's thinking that I'm as big a pain in the ass as the pain in my ass.
Sheree has me signed in for a gentle Hatha class tonight and I'm hoping that it helps my mobility. I'm hopefully optimistic. At least I'll be better able to describe what exactly went wrong. It is really hard to explain pain with words.
So it's confession time. Yes, I'm injured and feeling sorry for myself. Yes, I have indulged in some pity party food. But I'm back on track today. I made myself a citrus smoothie for breakfast and made myself a 1/2 a whole wheat pita with spicy hummus stuffed with spinach leaves, orange bell pepper and avocado slices. Paired that with half a pink grapefruit and for a snack I had a handful of unsalted pistachios and a cup of Sencha.
Dinner tonight will be pan fried sole with lemon sauce on quinoa pilaf. I think I'm not sure what veg I'll serve with it. I'll make that snap decision by hunting around in the fridge. It's such a pretty day. I wish that I could be sure that I could walk around a bit more. If I could I'd BBQ. Oh well. At least I'm not bedridden anymore.
Weekend Reading, 3.18.18
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