Day 13 of Being Healthy/ Day 11 of the Fast
“The difference between a mountain and a molehill is your perspective.” ~Al Neuharth
Sooooo, ya girl lost nine futha muckin pooooouuuunds! Am I hype? Of course! I been walking around the house wearing nothing but my balling shorts aver since I got back from the gym. But, I’m not going to lie. The only reason I weighed myself is because I fell off the wagon. So, let me explain what’s been going on.
So, Day 7, my trainer had to cancel because there was a power surge in the gym. That day I spent a little extra time walking my dog.
Day 8, I got off work at 5:30 Am, I walked the dog till about 6:12 AM and when I woke up, it was 7:28AM. I was supposed to be at the gym at 7.
Day 9, I skipped my morning workout to go look for a doctor because I couldn’t even work the night before because I was in so much pain. So, at 27 years old, I have all 4 of my wisdom teeth. When I was younger, I got braces in the 6th grade. When it was time to take them off, the orthodontist said he couldn’t because halfway through the process, the insurance company stopped paying and nobody said anything. So, I didn’t get my braces off till right before I graduated High School. My orthodontist told me, because I had my braces on for so long, I wont need to get my wisdom teeth pulled.
People only need to get their wisdom teeth pulled because when they grow in, they move the other teeth. well in 2014, before I moved to GA, I went and saw a dentist and he said, not true. In my case, the gums are covering my wisdom teeth and food can get back there and I wont be able to get it
out because I cant brush back there. When the food gets under the gums, it will get infected and it will hurt. Well, Ladies and Gentlemen, he aint never lied
because everytime this happens, it hurts. So, day 9, I spent the day looking for an oral surgeon or dentist who would take my teeth out. I had no luck but instead of driving, I walked all around the city. That evening I went to the gym and explained everything to Candice and she decided I do treadmill work so every two minutes, I adjusted the incline from 0 to 5 and the speed from 2.5 to 2.0. Before I was done, my knee started hurting. And that’s one thing I was so proud of. My knees haven’t been hurting this whole time. At work I ate a small bowl of cheese tortellini and two chicken breasts. In my defense, I was only trying to eat something soft that will fit in my mouth because I couldn’t open it wide. Well, my right knee started hurting and at 5:30 the next morning, I was barely making it to the car.
So, Day 10, I had to stay home, in the bed, icing my knee. But, that night, Chef Boyfriend wanted to go out. As we were leaving the bar, I tripped, my knee gave out and I went down. The pain was excruciating. It took me forever to get up and I had to limp to the car. I couldn’t hang anymore so I dropped Chef Boyfriend off to a friend’s house and I decided to go home and have a night to myself. But first, I went by the grocery store and at 3am, I was eating two steaks and great northern beans with chorizo. I know! I know!
Day 11, … I had more steak and beans for breakfast. I called Candice and told her what was going on and she said she would think of a solution.
Day 12, …We had steak and spinach for lunch. I could barely walk without a limp and I was back to how I felt originally. Knees hurting and using my left leg to assist my right leg. Candice said, “no good!” That night Chef Boyfriend said, “let’s cook some wings.”
“How you gone cook them?”
“You don’t need fried food, babe. Let’s braise them.”
And we had wings and boychoy and pineapple. After we were done, I remembered he brought me half a burger home from the Vortex. We both watched the turntable spin in the microwave. Then we split half a burger topped with peanut butter and a fried plantain. I know, but, sigh, it gets worse. We were still hungry so we called Harold’s Chicken and ordered two 6 piece wings platters. That’s 6 WHOLE WINGS, fries, cole slaw and toast. And around 3Am, we fell asleep.
So, day 13 was today and I just knew that scale was going to read above 300 pounds. Lord, I was so nervous. But, I came down 9 pounds! I came home and told Chef Boyfriend, no more. I’m putting myself on a soup and water diet. He’s excited to make soup so I have to get off of here and make sure the kitchen is clean for when he gets home.
Hope you guys stay encouraged! 126 more days to go!
Day 13 dinner- Seared Salmon, Beaten Kale Greens, Italian Summer Squash, Braised Cabbage
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