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I’m out of my cast!! I am now 100% done with that wretched thing. Praise sweet baby Jesus. I am done. Absolutely never going back. Thank God.
Okay, now the big news is out of the way, let’s have a quick catch up, shall we?
The New Job
It’s still crazy intense and a lot of hard work, but I feel like I’m very gradually getting a handle on things. It’s always hard to join a new agency, but especially so when you’re thrown in at the deep end, right in the middle of a project. But I’m getting there!
Where I’m at physically
I’m almost there! Well… when I say almost there, I mean I’m pretty much back to normal in terms of walking. Apparently my power is back to 100% in the injured ankle, but my mobility is still poor – and remember, this is measuring me up against regular people and regular forms of activity, and doesn’t necessarily translate to running. But still, yay!
I saw my physio at the end of last week and got a telling off. Essentially last week was mental, between some personal stuff going on, as well as the new job and long working hours. That translated to not doing my exercises. Apparently my progress in the most recent weeks has been slower than should be expected. I was mad at myself, of course, but honestly I just tried to cut myself some slack and move on. Last week was ridiculous in terms of stress, and I did the best I could. Onwards and upwards!
Food has been my absolute saviour over the past few weeks. Just eating good, healthy and nutritious food, with some occasional treats, has been my priority. Not only does it help my body recover well, but it lifts my soul.
I still haven’t made it into the gym yet, despite saying so in the past two weeks of updates. I think it’s partly a confidence thing, partly a starting-a-new-job thing, and partly just an energy thing. Tonight I’m planning on heading to the gym for a very quick workout, just to get myself back in the swing of things. In the meantime, I’ve been taking plenty of long walks and just trying to keep myself mobile.
Where I’m at mentally
Honestly I’m pretty much back to myself. Injury is odd because not only do you have to contend with the physical incapacitation, which is exhausting in itself, but you also have to get used to not being an empowered and capable human being. With that in mind, a lot of self-confidence returns once the physical side of things starts to improve. I’m still lacking motivation, but I think that I’ll be back on it once I get into the gym. Baby steps. The tough part now is that this is really where the real slog begins. The work will become more incremental, and I’m kind of there but not quite. Does that even make sense? Recovery now, more than ever, is a small series of incremental, everyday efforts. And that’s the hard part!
How’s your week been?
How do you cope with a lack of motivation?
Lots of love,