WAIW: Off My Feet

‘Ello eaters!

I was going to title this post “WIAW: On My Back,” but that felt a little weird.

Anyway, today was my last full day at my internship. It felt weird, to say the least.

But it was also rather uneventful. So let’s talk about yesterday!

Breakfast:

I forgot to take a picture until I ate it. That was mainly because I was chatting about Paris plans with my friend who used to live there.

This was scrambled eggs with spinach, chipotle ketchup, and bean sprouts with a slice of multigrain bread on the side.

Did I mention I’ll be there for about a week on Sunday?

Exercise:

My legs were feeling really, painfully exhausted on Monday night so I decided to take a rest day. Except that it’s nearly impossible for me to totally rest, especially when there’s still so much of London I want to explore on foot.

So I headed off on a 2 mile walk to Buckingham Palace. My legs hurt a bit, but I thought the easy walk would be a nice active recovery.

Wrong! My legs hurt more and more as I went along. By the time I reached the Palace, my legs (especially my right one, which is the side with my Not Good Knee) felt tight and sore and just generally out of whack.

I quickly found a bench and rested a bit.

Lunch:

While I was resting, I ate the weirdest sandwich.

Sandwich with smoked tofu, goat gouda cheese, spicy mustard, and spinach on multigrain bread with an (tasteless) apple and a carrot.

And then I got suddenly bombarded with hail. So I ran to the Tube, getting pelted and soaked along the way. (The running made my legs feel worse.)

Snack:

I didn’t have time to finish my lunch before the storm came, so after class I ate the carrot with some PB. And then I ate a Clementine.

All of this was eaten with my legs above my heart to hopefully easy some of the pain. In case you’re wondering, eating while lying on your back is hard.

And this is about where things fell apart.

I’m going to be honest, eaters, I snacked on pb, bread, and other random things from my fridge all evening. And I did it all while lying on my couch with my legs elevated.

I wasn’t snacking so much because I was hungry, but because I was frustrated and bored.

Here I was, on one of my last days in London, when all I wanted to do was go out and explore and see things, and all I felt capable of was lying on the couch because my legs hurt too much.

Even more frustrating, though, is that I know I did it to myself.

I’ve been going hard in the gym, walking a lot more than usual, working at my standing desk/perch constantly, and just generally beating my legs without giving them the rest or stretching that I should have. It’s stupid of me, but sometimes I just forget to pause and take care of myself the way I should. And then I get hurt.

So once again, I’m refocusing on treating my body well. Hopefully one day taking care of myself will be the norm.

Because I’m really sick of lying on the couch.

What do you think, eaters:

How do you deal with frustration?

Have you ever eaten a carrot with pb? I honestly think this was the first time I ever have.

G’night eaters!

I Quit!

G’day eaters!

It’s a glorious day in jolly old London. The days here are just getting nicer and nicer, while my days here are drawing to a close.

It’s a cruel joke, if you ask me.

So I’m trying to make the most of my time here, starting tonight with dinner.

I’m going out to dinner with some friends at what should be a really fun restaurant. I’ll talk more about it later.

For now, I’m going to cut to the chase. And get to real talk.

Real talk topic of the night: I quit the February BodyRock challenge.

What it all came down to was that my knees were hurting and I wasn’t having fun.

Sure, I was still seeing some results (I look pretty freaking awesome right now) and pyramid workouts are fun, but those two things don’t outweigh the screams I kept hearing from my Not Good Knees.

And that’s what it all breaks down to.

I loveloveLOVE what I’ve learned from BodyRock. I love this whole new idea of training that I’ve experienced. And I will abso-freaking-lutely be incorporating what I’ve learned into my fit life.

But I’m going rouge now.

What do you think, eaters:

Do you ever quit something to maintain your own happiness?

When was the last time you really listened to your body and changed what you were doing?

Later eaters!

Good News Only

Hiya eaters!

How in the heck is it already November?

I’m in denial. So in the spirit of denial, let’s talk about yesterday when two great things happened.

First, it was Halloween.

I have known what I was going to be for Halloween since last year. I started assembling my costume on St. Patrick’s Day.

Yes, I am intense about costumes.

So finally, after a year of working and waiting I debuted as…

Broccoli!

Apparently Chipotle was on the same produce-loving page as me because last night if you came dressed as something farm-related you got an entrée for $2.

The Chipotle employees (burrito artists?) were pretty lenient with what they considered farm-related. Ninja turtles became farm turtles. Flintstones became pumpkins.

One scoop of rice, black beans, fajita vegetables, all the salsas, guacamole, and lettuce.

But that didn’t affect the awesomeness of my burrito bowl one single bit.

See that giant mound? It's all guacamole.

And once my belly was fully of cilanto-line rice and orgasmically creamy guacamole, I headed off to my friend’s Halloween party.

There were slutty freshman. There were a few freshman. And there was a giraffe and an ostrich racer.

It was a hoot and a half.

But before I donned my broccoli suit, I had an appointment with my orthopedist.

This appointment was one that I was crazy excited for. Because I was pretty sure I would be graduating from PT.

After he read my PT progress report, felt me bend and straighten my knee a couple of times, compared the size of both my quads, and evaluated my pain using a super sophisticated pain assessment system (“On a scale of 1 to 10…”), he said I was clear to stop formal PT and continue the exercises on my own at home.

I was ecstatic!

I got even more ecstatic when he granted my other wish:

A prescription for a gym membership.

I don’t know if my insurance will actually honor this prescription, but it’s a shot. And the more active I am (to a degree and in certain ways) the better my knee feels. And a (free) gym membership would make that considerably easier.

And then my doctor told me I should spend my co-pay money on something fun, like a night out or good beer.

Yes, my doctor suggested I go buy beer instead of going to PT.

He’s pretty awesome. And so is this news!

I’m really thrilled to death about graduating, and not just because I get the roughly three hours and $40 a week that I was spending on PT appointments back.

I’m thrilled because it means I’m improving. Because it means that a problem, hopefully the problem, has been identified. And because with that knowledge I can continue to improve.

I’m not cured. My not good knee isn’t suddenly good. I’m not able to go brace-less for workouts. But I’m getting there.

And that’s still pretty damn exciting to me.

What about you:

Have you gotten any really good news lately?

Or are you expecting any soon?

I surely hope you are.

G’night eaters!

PT Progress

Hiya eaters!

I keep thinking it’s Wednesday. Or Thursday. But definitely not Tuesday. Does that ever happen to you?

What do you do to snap out of it? Because I seriously almost walked into the wrong class a couple of times today.

Anyway, remember the other day when I said that the reasons I was so goofily happy was because of manly friend’s impending return to the ‘Boro and my PT progress?

Well, I’ve already caught you up about manly friend, so now it’s time to fill you in on PT.

Last Tuesday at my PT appointment my physical therapist asked how my knee was feeling, which is usually how we start off our appointments. I told her that things had improved slightly, but not dramatically by any stretch.

She wasn’t happy with this.

Ya see eaters, I’ve been in PT for 3 weeks now. Originally, my physical therapist figured I would go for 2 or 3 weeks, see dramatic improvements, and then be able to finish off with just my at-home exercises.

Obviously that did not turn out to be the case.

So last week she decided to try something different — taping.

With this tape she was able to move my kneecap from its usual wrong position up and to the left, which put it closer to being where it should be. The point of this was to help alleviate the pain I felt from working with it while it was so misaligned and thus be able to work harder with less pain.

At first I could barely walk. Once the tape loosened a tad I couldn’t stop laughing at it.

Mmm, knee fat.

Now I’m sure if I was a more self-conscious person I would have been embarrassed my the muffin-top on my knee. But for some reason the little butt crack-looking dimple (which my physical therapist said was a sign that it was tight enough) made me chuckle every time I saw it.

Other people, though, did not have the same reaction. In fact, the president of my school stopped me to ask if I was okay.

Yup, I heart my tiny college.

Anywhoo, as I went about my day with the tape I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time — I felt great!

I was able to make it through my entire hour-long Zumba class without pain, when lately I’ve been having to sit down halfway through.

I was able to walk to Teeter, shop, and walk back (about a 45 minute excursion) with almost no pain, when lately I’ve felt pain after walking for 15 minutes.

I was able to sit through a 75-minute class with almost no pain, even when I was crossing my legs.

All of these signs were great, so when I returned for another appointment last Thursday I was given a brace.

You're my new best friend.

This bad boy is heavy duty. There are two moving metals arms, one of each side of my knee. There’s 4 pieces of super strong Velcro that have to be tightened separately.

Oh, and there’s this thing that looks like a mouth guard that catches the side of my kneecap and moves it into place with the help of 2 of those Velcro straps.

Yeah, it means business.

But despite still looking a bit like a fool when wearing this, I couldn’t be happier. I can do squats WITH weights. I can walk. I can sit. I can almost sit cross-legged on the floor comfortably.

Next, I’m going to try taking this bad boy out on a short bike ride.

Yes, my knee does feel sore and tired after I take it off. But the important thing is that, for now, I can live comfortably. And in the long run, this will help me push harder and progress faster. Both of which are things that make this ‘Baby very freaking happy.

So that’s where things are now, eaters.

Any thoughts you care to share on everything? I can’t be the only person with a similar problem, so I would loveloveLOVE to hear any advice, feedback or experiences you have to offer.

Until then…

G’night eaters!

PT, the Beginning

Hello eaters!

I’m glad to hear I’m not the only one with less than regular eating habits. I rather like it that way, though.

Okay, so I briefly mentioned yesterday that I’m in physical therapy. Today was my second session so I figure it’s high time that I fill you all in.

I mean, you’ve been listening to the saga of my not good knee for so long that I can’t leave you hanging, right?

Right!

I had an appointment with my orthopedist last Thursday. While it certainly wasn’t the best date I’ve been on, I did get what I wanted — a prescription for PT!

My first appointment was bright and early Tuesday morning. My physical therapist spent a good bit of time poking and lifting and looking, to get a feel for how things are held together.

The verdict: they’re not held together very well.

It didn’t take long for her to realize that my abductors are really strong while my adductors are really weak. My IT band is also really tight.

All of this means that in addition to everything else that’s misaligned in my legs, my firm outer thigh and weak inner thigh are pulling my kneecap to the outside.

I knew that my adductors were on the weak side, but I had no idea 1) just how much like limp noodle they were, and 2) how much that affected everything else. So between Tuesday and Thursday I got put through a host of evaluations and given a handful of moves to do at home.

For example…

Keep the knee as straight as possible.

A straight leg lift. Normally this move works your quad, but when you turn your foot out about 45 degrees it gets more of your adductor.

This one looks petty unattractive from behind.

Cross body leg lift. I used to do this pretty regularly, but the more hardcore and heart pounding my workouts became the less I wanted to do things on the floor. Now I’m really regretting that.

Partial wall sit with a ball. For this one I have to squeeze a ball between my knees and hold a wall sit for 15 seconds, and repeat 5 times. I used to be able to do wall sits for days, but once I added in the ball (thus activating my adductors) I was done.

Low lunges. I have to hold a low lunge for 30 seconds, and repeat 3 times. This is to stretch out my overly tight quads. Yeah…they’re pretty bad.

These are just a few of the moves I have to do. I won’t bore you with all of them (there’s about a half dozen), but I will say that all of them make it painfully clear just how bad off my knee got.

The thing I’m most shocked about is how reluctant I’ve become to straighten my knee.

It hurt a lot. And something else that hurt a lot — the fact that I’ll be going twice a week for the next two weeks with the goal of being about to sit cross-legged on the flour and to sit comfortably through a 75 minute class.

Yeah, it’s a lot of work for something so thoughtless for most other people. When my physical therapist decided that these were reasonable goals on the first day I was more than a little sad. Disheartened. Bummed the fuck out.

You get the idea.

But at this point I’m so disheartened in general that I can take a little more as long as there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. I will stick with my at-home exercises. And eventually, Ashley and I will be reunited. I’m already planning a new route for our first ride.

But in the mean time, got any words of encouragement you want to pass along? I’d greatly appreciate it, eaters.

G’night eaters!

Market Day

Hi eaters!

I hope you didn’t miss me too much on Friday. My not good knee is acting up again, which had got me a little down. I’m going to try not to bitch and moan too much, because no one wants to hear it.

Instead, how would you like some pictures of pretty produce?

I started my Saturday off bright and earlier than usual with my first trip to the farmers’ market this semester.

Piedmont Triad farmer's market off of Sandy Ridge Rd.

I heart the farmers’ market with my whole ‘Baby heart, but I so rarely get to go. Because let’s be real eaters — I’m too hungover most Saturdays.

Worms?

But this week I was feeling fine and frugal, so off to the market I went.

Funny name. Pretty tomatoes.

I walked and browsed and oogled for a bit at first.

Giant zucchini.

Then I got down to business. I didn’t come with a list, nor had I given any thought whatsoever to a meal plan for the week.

I wish I liked eggplant.

So I was flying by the seat of my pants.

I think it turned out all right.

Loot:

Okra, red bell pepper, purple bell pepper, zephyr squash, and a big bag of honeycrisp apples.

What’s a zephyr, you ask?

It’s a hybrid between a zucchini and a summer squash. My school started growing them in the garden this summer and my ‘mate was eating them all summer. They taste just like a summer squash, but are so much prettier. Don’t you agree?

After a little lunch it was off to the ceramics studio for me. I had to finish my first hand building project —

I thought I was done the other day, but realized that I still had to trim and smooth a few things. Now it’s done.

What do you think? Does it look like the picture?

I sure hope so because my grade depends on it.

With that off my “To Do” list I took a little nap. And then this happened:

Coconut oil-based face paint. I'm in love.

And this:

And some of this, too:

My friends are attractive.

Yup, it was a pretty freaking fantastic day. Fantastic enough to take my mind off my not good knee…until I woke up this morning.

Oh well. I guess that means it’s time for me to do more research. Current potential trigger: nightshade vegetables. More on that later, though.

G’night eaters!

Fitness Funks

Hello eaters!

It’s been another wild day for me. How about you?

I got all but four things off my “To Do” list. Once I finish chatting it up with you cool eaters I’ll have one less thing. Is it weird that I put you on my “To Do” list?

I’m not calling you a chore to get done, but I put everything on my list, like eating lunch, showering, and going to class.

Yup, I really love crossing things off my “To Do” list.

Want to know what I haven’t been loving lately?

The gym! Or rather, my complete lack of exercise mojo.

You know me, eaters. I used to live for pumping iron and sweating like a beast. I hated the days I missed a workout or even the days I didn’t feel like I kicked my butt hard enough.

Now…I haven’t been to the gym since Thursday.

I meant to go yesterday, but it was a weird day, as I’ve mentioned. And today I had an early doctor appointment so I couldn’t work out before class. And then there wasn’t enough time between my second and third class to eat, gym, shower. You know, my version of GTL.

But I reallyreallyREALLY need to shake this fitness funk soon, because I don’t want to put all the cool new fun equipment I got while I was home to waste. Wanna see what I got?

Of course you do!

First, a belated birthday gift from Brother!

Bike lights!

From what I understand the cops in the ‘Boro are pretty strict about cyclists having the proper lights when riding at night. I don’t think I plan on doing too much night riding, but I also wouldn’t want dusk or dawn to give me any excuse to skip my workout.

White for the front.

They have rubber loops so they stretch over any handlebars and seat posts.

Red for the back.

And they have several different light settings — continuous, fast flash, slow flash, etc. — so you can comply with whatever laws your city has.

Next, Mother hooked me up with some awesome Bikram shorts.

Nike Pro Combat

What did I just say? Oh yes, eaters! Now that I know what’s what with my not good knee and I know that Bikram won’t really do any damage I’m ready and raring to go back to Bikram…once I find time.

So with my bike and Bikram taken care of, it came time for everything else. Mother took care of that with…

Saucony Glide 4s

Just because you don’t run doesn’t mean that you don’t need new sneakers. I have two pairs that I rotate and I replace one every year. And if you do run, than you absolutely need new shoes before that.

Also with the new kicks, came some new laces.

My whole family is pretty much obsessed with elastic laces. I think my aunt, who is an Ironman triathlete, introduced us to them one Christmas. And I don’t think I’ve tied my shoes since.

So with these awesome acquisitions I’ve taken care of using the dark, dirty laundry, and difficult shoelaces as excuses.

AND today I had my first ever Zumba class. (Oh yes, PE classes in college are the bext!) At first I felt like a fool, but then I just felt out of shape. If nothing else, Zumba should get my ass in gear (and back in the shape I want it to be), right?

Right!

What else can I do to get over my funk? What fun fitness things have you gotten lately?

G’night eaters!

Another Diagnosis, Another Day With Cain

Hi eaters!

How are you today on this hot Monday? I almost forgot what day it was because for once I really and truly am on break! The only reason I need to know the time and day is so I can go to a Cain class. Speaking of Cain…

He made me wait until his shirt dried before I took this picture.

I had a personal training session with him on Saturday because I knew that he was the man to help me get my ass back in shape. (Literally! It has started looking a little too much like a bag of Jell-o. But really, any slight resemblance with a bag of Jell-o is too much.) And I knew it was high time to get back to working it like I like to because…

I got a diagnosis!

I never mentioned it because I wanted to do some research on everything (which I’ve become increasingly good at) before giving you the goods. So…drum roll please…I have…

A softening of the cartilage behind the patella, which my doc called chondromalacia.

Doesn’t that sound like fun?

No, it really shouldn’t. It’ll sound like even less fun once you know more about it.

The gist of it is that it’s a degeneration of the cartilage from a misaligned kneecap. Oh and it’s a precursor to (osteo*)arthritis.

Yup, loads of fun!

When I first found out exactly what all this meant, I cried. A lot. The idea that because of simple luck of the genetic draw I am going to have pain all my life was more than I could really handle.

So I gave myself some time to be sad, but then I realized something — it’s out of my hands.

Yes, I can do specific stretches and exercises, but I really can’t control the fact that my knee is misaligned. And I can’t keep the cartilage from degenerating. So in reality, as bad or unhealthy or extremist as this may sound, that kind of means I’m free. My knee will always hurt (on and off and with different degrees of severity). My cartilage will continue to break down.

So from here on out, I’ll do what I can to lessen it’s affect on my life, but I also know that what I do as far as exercising and the rest of my life is only limited by my ability to handle the discomfort.

Do I sound crazy?

Probably. But I’m crazy about exercising. I love pushing myself up and over a hill on Ashley (my bike). I love kettlebell swings (which include squats) and side lunges and regular lunges. I love all that stuff. And I love it enough to deal with a little (hopefully not a lot) of discomfort to do them.

So with that mindset firmly intact, I went to Cain.

And he showed me some great, gentle(ish) lower body exercises.

Cain takes too long to take a picture. So I stopped working out.

And he made fun of me. But it was oh so worth it! (And not just because I got to oogle and giggle for an hour.) So the three biggest things I learned from Cain:

1) Straight leg quad raises are great!http://www.workout-x.com/videos/multishot/rle113-1_fallback.jpg

This targets the lower part of the quad, which is so rarely worked. And it’s so much harder than it looks.

2) One-leg elevated squats are also great! I don’t have a good picture of this one, but it’s a wide leg squat (the wider you stand the more you target the glutes, according to an Italian study sited in the most recent Muscle & Fitness Her’s magazine) where you put one leg on a step, squat, and then switch legs.

I'm squatting so fast. So fast.

Not only do I feel like this squat gets even more up in there than a regular squat, but it’s also a lot more gentle on the knees.

3) Doing arm exercises one arm at a time makes your muscles work harder. So instead of doing back flies or butterflies or dumbbell chest presses with both arms at the same time, you should alternate arms. Trust me, not letting the muscles work off of each other makes it noticeable harder.

So that’s where I am right now, eaters. Sure, I still get (more than a little) down when I think about everything my diagnosis means. But I’m trying to be more optimistic in general, so here’s a good place to start. And if I’ve learned nothing else, I’ve learned just how lucky I am that the rest of me works.

And if you learn nothing from this (besides a couple of workout tips), learn not to take your health and fully functioning bodies for granted. And maybe even help me learn —

How do you stay positive about things? How do you deal with an injury? Am I extra crazy for wanting to keep working out like I had?

G’night eaters!

*I can’t definitely say that it will develop into osteoarthritis, but based on my research it seems (sadly) likely.

Dichotomous Day, 2

*This was written last night, but WordPress doesn’t like me or my pictures…yet.*

Hello eaters!

It’s Tuesday, but I keep thinking it’s Wednesday. But whatever day it is, it’s been a hell of one, so let’s skip the small talk and jump right in to…

Part 1: What’s up, Doc?

This morning I had a date with my second doctor in three days. You’d think I’d be close to scoring a huge rock and a prenup-free marriage by now, but alas, I am not. I am closer to finding out what the hell is wrong with my knee, though, so I’m happy.

First, there was the obligatory “please wait for the doctor in this cold room while you sit on this crunchy butcher paper.

Not good knee.

Then a trainer came in and took some notes. Then she told me they couldn’t find ANY of my x-rays and that they would have to do new ones. I thought they should do new x-rays anyway, because my symptoms are completely different and the x-rays are a few months old. After my x-rays there was the usual staring contest with the door until the doc came in.

And when he did…oh boy oh berto, eaters! He bent and poked me like the other doctor, but he was much gentler. And after he was done, he stayed and talked for a while.

Sounds pretty dreamy, right?

Oh eaters, it gets better!

He listened to what I had to say. He agreed that the other doctor was a cad (by which I mean that he was wrong and that I almost definitely don’t have tendonitis). And he listened when I said that the pills the other doctor gave me did nothing for the pain.

Better than flowers, if you ask me.

So I came away from this date with a nice little present. AND a second date on Thursday, by which I mean an appointment for an MRI on my knee.

This doctor loves second dates MRIs. And hopefully this will clear everything up and I’ll come away a happily married diagnosed ‘Baby!

With all of that squared away for the day, let’s move on to…

Part 2: Marinate and Massage

Mmm, salads. While I’m more than certain I haven’t been getting my daily 3-5 servings of vegetables a day lately, I do still adore salads. Specifically, I adore massaged kale salads. With dino kale. And yummy toppings, like marinated mushrooms. So that’s where I’ll start.

Mmmarinated Mushrooms

1 qt baby bella mushrooms, thickly sliced

2 T brown rice vinegar

1 T soy sauce/tamari

1 T oil (I used Mongolian fire oil)

sriracha, to taste

Note — I say thickly sliced because while the mushrooms do absorb tons of the liquid, they do also shrink and there’s nothing worse than starting off with thinly sliced mushrooms and ending up with nothing more than mushy mushroom essence on your salad. Unless you like that.

Is there anything prettier than sliced mushrooms?

Once the mushrooms are sliced, add everything to a Tupperware, toss and refrigerate. The longer you let them sit the better.

I think these sat about two days.

And today, I simply massaged up some of my beloved dino kale in a bit of olive oil, salt and spicy mustard, tossed on some green bell pepper and edemame, and volia!

Love.

I really wanted the mushrooms to do the talking here. And talk they did.

Beautiful.

Tender and tangy, these mushrooms really held their ground against everything else.

This salad was a winner, despite the fact that I didn’t have my usual salad fork.

And with that, eaters, I’m off to bed. It’s been a long day and I’m ready for a hot date with my frozen peas and some bad TV.

G’night eaters.

Dating Doctors

G’evening eaters!

How are you? Are you wonderful? Were you productive today? Did you embrace the start of a new week?

If you said yes to any or all of those questions, you’re lucky. And I’m happy for you.

Now, m’dear lucky eaters, it’s time for me to whine a little. I hope you don’t mind.

If you follow me on the old Twatter you make have heard of my recent knee troubles. If you have been eating here for a while you know of my not good knees. If neither of those apply to you, here’s the rundown:

My legs are like someone put all the missing puzzle pieces you find under the couch together and called them done. Sometimes the puzzle pieces behave well enough. Sometimes the puzzles pieces try to fall apart. Right now, my right knee is rebelling against my desire to walk and squat and lunge and cycle.

This rebellion started the week between the wedding and Virginia Beach. (Yes, this summer I’m marking time by beaches. I’m a very lucky ‘Baby.) At first, it felt like a few too many walking lunges. Then after a spin on Ashley I felt some inflammation, similar to when my plica is aggravated. But by the time I came home from the third beach I had a full on limp. There was pain. Numbness. Burning.

I, being the stupid stubborn ‘Baby that I am, didn’t stop exercising or walking lots until Friday. Or Saturday. Whichever didn’t come first.

In my defense, on Friday I did try to get an appointment with my awesome sports medicine doctor, but unfortunately he’s booking into August. But yesterday I finally got fed up enough and went to the orthopedic urgent care. I saw a doctor. He poked and bent me. And five minutes later he left.

Sounds like a bad date, right?

It kind of was. And out of this bad date I got a prescription for anti-inflammatories and a diagnosis: inflamed plica and tendonitis in my quadricep tendon and patella tendon.

At first, I did what every girl does after a bad date — I had a little pity party, which included…

Frozen peas,

Sun Chips and animal crackers.

Comfort food,

Knitting and Red Box.

And old lady activities.

But then I decided to pick my still perky (not yet old lady) ass up off the couch and take my not good knee by the horns. And even though I never went to medical school, I do know a thing or two about how to Google. And about how to tell which part of my body hurts and what kind of pain it is and how often this pain occurs.

So here’s the thing about this diagnosis: I feel like I got the wrong phone number after the bad date.

Because frankly, the pain and other symptoms I’m feeling don’t really align with tendonitis. I think it aligns more with tendinopathy. Or iliotial band friction syndrome.

So now I have an appointment with my regular orthopedist tomorrow morning. And while in the past he hasn’t been the greatest date either, I’m hoping that if I go in there tomorrow and take charge I’ll come away feeling pretty damn satisfied. By which I mean, I’ll have an accurate diagnosis and course of treatment. I’m not actually going to date or screw my doctor.

He’s old. That’s creepy.

Anyway eaters, that’s where things stand right now. I’m optimistic about the appointment. I’m optimistic about the possible causes of pain I’ve identified. And I’m optimistic that I’ll be back to “beast mode”-ing it in the gym and on Ashley pretty darn soon.

And tomorrow, hopefully I’ll find out if all of my optimism is justified. Until then eaters, thanks for listening to me whine…

And g’night!