Food and Drink

‘Diet’ Update

I’ll be honest.

I haven’t stuck to the ‘diet’ I gave myself. I ate some pizza last night and the night before that? Southern fried chicken.

Part of me cares, part of me doesn’t. I hear myself say ‘this isn’t good for you, spit it out!’, but I never do.

I always knew I could never go cold turkey at the start, because I’m stubborn and I would get mad (which I already have been doing – no sugar has made me cranky).

I am trying, though. I’ve swapped sandwiches for salad at lunch time and have yoghurts for breakfast rather than nothing. I’m making a push for cooking fresh where possible,  rather than being lazy and buying ready meals. I also drink green tea instead of Yorkshire tea and have swapped fizzy pop for squash with no added sugar. Go me.

The changes are small, and probably won’t make that big of a difference seeing as my job involves sitting at a desk  a l l  d a y.

Movement is key, obviously, but while I’m not actually tracking my weight because there is a spider attached to the bathroom scales right now, there’s no way of telling if I’m actually doing something right. I feel better in myself at least, if that counts (which it does, I am told).

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Life Experience, Misc.

Peg Leg

I went to the hospital the other day. Not really done this sort of thing before, so I was nervous, obviously. It wasn’t for anything serious, I’ll divulge in a sec, but it was surreal. I’ve always been fine, more or less, save for my appointments with the optician (and at the eye hospital when I was mega small) and my appointments about asthma – which isn’t as bad as it sounds. However, recently my foot, oh my god, the pain. It’s on, it’s off, it’s kinda there but not. When it’s on, though, it’s excruciating. I’ve always known something wasn’t right, but never did anything about it. “It’ll be right.” But Sam made me call the doctor about eight months ago.

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And that leads us to Wednesday, 21st January, Selby hospital. They make me nervous, as I’m sure they do with lots of people, but mainly because I’ve never really been in one before by myself (Sam was with me but this is principle).

I mean, I’m fine, but my foot and whole leg kinda isn’t. The doctor made me walk up and down the room almost a hundred times to watch how I walk (which is apparently wrong by the way, but whatever..) and then proceeded to bend my leg about in all sorts of directions. Mega pain, like. “You have ridiculously tight hamstrings for someone so mobile!” she said, hands on hips. Okay…awkward…

Now I have a reasonably painful leg and foot and exercises to do which aren’t exactly pleasant but I guess I need to fix myself…this is all to prevent a chance of surgery or steroid injections so…

*Sigh* I’m fine with it, it’s just tiring. I want it fixed now, but unfortunately that’s not possible. It’s not, like , the biggest problem in the world, I know, don’t tell me, but it affects me and my life. Especially as I walk literally everywhere. Literally…

Just gonna hop along now.

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