Now, you KNOW that’s not what I really wanted to call this blog, but I thought I’d be polite for once!
Yesterday I went back to my knee consultant as three weeks ago I managed to hurt the right one again! Just as I was getting back into jogging Adam had me jump onto a little step with weights and the poor old knee decided that was a jump too far!
Actually I am reviewing my whole exercise “plan” and looking at what will motivate me again As I seem to have lost the buzz and am piling the weight on again.
This is NOT surprising as I have been sitting down far too much recently, and drinking alcohol again, and enjoying…yes, Enjoying…large portions.
So I only have myself to blame, really…I can see your heads nodding.
Sadly I have lost faith in my personal trainer. He never claimed to be an expert in recovery; he is just a trainer after all, not a physio. However now I am very wary of what he is going to get me to do.
Mr Knee Consultant has told me to take 6weeks “rest” from training and just do gentle walking as I have been pushed too quickly. So I called Adam to explain this and said I couldn’t expect him to keep my slot open and perhaps it is better to leave it.
As soon as I had made that call…to his answer phone … I felt much “lighter” and bought myself a little present for under the tree that had nothing to do with food or training!
Then Hubby called to see what Mr KC had said. I explained and my decision. Now, Hubby knows me well, and pointed out I’d need to make a firm date once a week to either swim or do something otherwise I wouldn’t do anything. My mood started to slide.
Then Adam called back. Oh boy. Of course he doesn’t want to lose a client, but he did go on, pointing out that he knew if I stopped training I am going to pile on the stones and more again.
Way to go on making a gal feel great…not!
They are both right. I do need motivation, and as I seem to lose my internal motivation so quickly and easily, external motivation is the best way forward…. But all it has left me feeling is that no one has faith in me to do the “right” thing; I have to always be watching myself; blah blah blah…
Go on, give me a good kick up the backside for being self-indulgent! Remind me that I am incredibly lucky to have all that I do, and that this is my only problem in life, and it is of my own making.
It’s all about choices, isn’t it. I have chosen to sit down & eat again. I have chosen not to get out and gently walk more. I chose to let Adam push me too fast…I could have refused to do those jumps- after all I am paying him, I chose to put him in charge.
It just seems difficult to get the “in charge” baton back into my hand!
Adam & I are taking a 2week break from eachother over the hols, but I am to keep writing the food diary ( I had let that slide too!) as if I was training. He wants to talk to the physio that I will be seeing to see what exercises he can give me to strengthen my muscles to support the knees in future. So he is trying to make it right.
And me? Let’s see shall we?