Tuesdays are killer days for me. I have to get up extra early and do several hours worth of work. Both last week and today it's done a number on my back. I'll be so glad when October hits so I can finally see a doctor about this.
Yesterday was my official Back on Track day. Eating well: check. Plan to exercise: check. Actually getting off of my butt and doing it: er, not checked. I meant to go for a walk last night with Steven but we were so bombarded with errands to run, and Steven is working a 46 hour week this week so he didn't get home until late anyway - we didn't even sit down to dinner until 9:30pm.
But I'm not going to beat myself up over it. I am going to take a pill for my back, lay down for a bit and then hit the ground running. Oprah got fit this summer doing Pilates daily - so I figure I'm going to bump it up to doing Pilates during the week. I may not can do the crunches right away, but Pilates is all about strengthening your core. My plan until I can see a doc: if it hurts, don't do it.
Having the food back under control was a very good thing though. I don't like feeling out of control, and the, "if I don't know how bad it is, it doesn't count" theory no longer works for me. I even had a big ol salad yesterday. It was good, too. And I found a sugar free creamy bacon dressing yesterday with only like 4 grams of fat - I can't wait to try it today.
In the meantime, it's time for a pain reliever. I'm getting mighty fed up with this stupid back pain. Grrrrr.