So, here’s what I did today:
The official diagnosis is plantar fasciitis, which … I don’t know. I had originally ruled this out (via google, of course) because A) no stabbing pain when I wake up – it usually feels best in the AM … B) the pain doesn’t decrease once my foot “limbers up” … C) I’ve just lost 70 pounds, not gained it … and D) I’ve been exercising for over a year now, didn’t just start. I am not a doctor, obviously, and know very well that the internet isn’t the supreme bearer of knowledge, so I guess I was wrong.
The podiatrist attempted to give me a shot straight into the bottom of my foot, but I very politely demanded an alternative. There’s just no way in hell that will ever happen. Just none. The alternative = NSAID patches that I’m going to be applying … and lots of tape. Rest. Have to stretch more. Go back in a week. Hopefully I’ll be able to run with Jon soon.
Breakfast this morning (after my session with the trainer) was unintentionally yellow:
Lunch was a quick salad with lettuce, cucumbers, broccoli, tomatoes, green peppers, 1/2 an avocado, about 3 oz of chicken, and 1 T of rosemary lemon dressing:
Dinner tonight was absolutely fabulous!
Jon does an excellent job putting together meals that are quick, easy and very good – and (unlike me) he likes to cook. Works out for both of us.
Update: I’m having a couple squares of chocolate again. I seriously doubt a bar of chocolate has ever lasted longer than 10 minutes in my presence – this eating just a little thing is a very strange phenomenon.