Saturday, July 5, 2014

Day Sixty Eight

Ok, this morning, my leg was really not feeling good.  Remember yesterday I said my leg was feeling pretty worn around my joint above my thigh on the left side?  Well, it felt worse today.  Closest thing I can think of as to how it feels, is that it feels jammed.  Last night, I layed back and had Lisa grab my left leg.  She pulled it pretty hard and my entire leg popped.  Oh my goodness, that felt so good.  Like my leg really needed that.  I've never felt it pop like that before.  I didn't plan on walking any today because of my leg, but we did anyway.  We took a slow walk this morning after helping Lisa's mom move some of her stuff.  It was kinda late, we didn't head out there until about 10am.  That's late for a walk because it's usually pretty hot.  It was cloudy today though so at 10, it was still kinda cool with a slight breeze so it was nice for us.  Oh man my leg was not feeling so hot though.  It still felt jammed, though I think it's because I ran yesterday.  That really put some wear on it because I hadn't ran that far in a long time.  So, I decided to take it easy the rest of the day.  We finished out the 3 miles, then I stayed inside the day and just kept stretching it out.  Lisa went to bed at 2pm because she's workin graveyard shift tonight. 

I've been drinking lots of water.  I'll admit, my food hasn't been all that good these past few days.  I finally started eating salad again today.  I've been totally out of food so I haven't had the ones I really wanted.  I'm out of veggies, fruits, salads and light meats.  I'm still downing lots of water, and I do have the ocassional diet coke or diet Dr. Pepper.  I love those now!  I'll need to, when I get some more money, stock the fridge with lots of good healthy foods.  Until then, I'm gonna stick to exercise and hopefully later this week after my leg feels better, I'm gonna add some DDPyoga in there with my workouts.  Long way to go still, but I'm getting there.

Time for bed now.  Goodnight!

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