Panic

Oh joy, plantar fasciitis is such a delightful ball of fun!  I just love it.  I hope it never freaking goes away.

Yes, this damn injury is starting to make me grumpy, if you didn’t notice.    Seriously!  I finally get to a point that I enjoy my workouts, love to run, and BAM, my own foot betrays me, and now I can’t run at all.  Or do much of anything, for that matter.

I dived into research and articles about plantar fasciitis, and the more I read, the more horrified I became.  I read how it can take months to go away, how you might need to rest for weeks on end, and people saying once they had it, it never truly went away.

All I took from it was: “OH MY GOD!  I can’t work out anymore!  EVER!  I will never run again!  I will stop burning calories completely and will most certainly gain weight and will end up 600 pounds on that TV show, and my husband will have to bring me food, and I won’t be able to leave the house because I will be so big, and I will be depressed and miserable and did I mention FAT?”

*clutching heart, panting, sobbing, collapsing miserably to the floor*

Maybe I overreacted just a little, but it is a stressful situation.  I worked hard to build the endurance to run 15 miles, and every day trying to treat this stupid injury is just another day I am slowly but surely losing strength and endurance.  It pisses me off.

After my panicked melt-down, I made myself calm down just a fuzz, and I researched workouts that I can do with plantar fasciitis.  Most of them are not practical, like swimming, because I hate water (and the smell of chlorine) and don’t have access to an indoor pool anyway.  But I can still strength train, and cycling was on the list.  I will have to meander back to my Spinning classes.  Supposedly the elliptical is an option too.

I will also need to be very careful with my calories.  Less intense workouts means, obviously, I am not burning nearly as many calories.

Losing 2 or more pounds a week is just not going to happen for a while.  I hate that, but not being able to work out like I want to means my weight loss will slow down.  I am hoping it doesn’t come to a screeching halt.  If I am mindful of my eating, and keep up with the workouts that I can do, I hope that one pound per week is realistic.

What I absolutely cannot do is use this as an excuse to give up, to throw in the towel, and just quit trying.  It’s a setback, sure.  But it’s a slow-down, not a stop.  If I stay tough and devoted and focused, I can avoid gaining weight back and will keep moving forward, just much more slowly.

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