Monday, January 04, 2010

January Weigh-In -- and Currently on Injured Reserve…..

If you aren't a follower of my regular, non-weight-related blog ("Meanderings & Musings"), I have a post there regarding a mild concussion I suffered last week. I'd like to say that it came from some derring-do, like rock climbing or a fall from a mountain bike. However, the sad truth is that it was more like a scene from the Three Stooges: I fainted at the doctor's office. It was my first faint, and I'm quite sure that in slo-mo, it was purely graceful. At any rate, after my fall from grace, the doctors sent me home for two days with a concussion -- HEY! Does that count as a sports injury? No? Didn't think so....

The worst part of this? No exercise until cleared by the docs, certainly not for 7 days or so -- at least according to all the information on concussion & post-concussion syndrome that they sent home with me. Now certainly, for those first 48 hours, I didn't plan on doing anything. The first day, all I could do was sleep.

So what was the problem? WEIGH-IN TIME. Now, as a regular ol' WW Lifetime member, I could theoretically get away with a later weigh-in for the month. As a staff member, I cannot. I have only a certain number of days to get it in. I knew I was up a bit from the holidays, and so I had counted on being able to work out every day last week to make a nice dent in the damage.

"If you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans." Yeah, well, God was having a serious belly laugh at my expense. So what else could I do? I watched my intake like a hawk, was overzealous about labels and sodium, and followed the program to a tee. Guess God decided I'd had enough of the bad that week and rewarded me with a weigh-in within my range. Another massive exhale, another month free, another four weeks to stay in line.

So earlier today, I called the doctor's office -- full of hope and excitement. It's been 7 days! Surely I'll be cleared, right? Uh, not so fast there, Quatro-Cero. You're still on Injured Reserve. They don't want me doing anything until they see me again on Thursday, just to be certain. I can understand their concern -- the last time they saw me, I was pale as a ghost, heaving like a madwoman, and all I could do was nod, breathe, pray and hang on for life. Yeah, it was bad. Even now, I still have a pretty yellow bruise on my face which still hurts to touch. Even putting a soft powder brush (for makeup) to my face hurt like pure Hades. I cannot begin to imagine how much it would have hurt if I still used liquid makeup! (Or worse, cream-to-powder!)

But AAAAAAAGH! I am going stir-crazy. What am I going to do with this excess energy? Oddly enough, just five short years ago, I couldn't have imagined wanting to exercise at any point -- let alone craving it so badly I'm ready to jump out of my skin. A junkie needing her fix. Can I hire Cheech & Chong to rewrite their song as "Exercise Jones"? I was so ready to hit the gym on the way home that I packed a workout bag (forgot the shoes, but hey.... good plan, right?).

Quatro-Cero will keep you updated on her status as we go into playoff season. At least I've moved from "inactivated" to "questionable" .... hopefully by Thursday, I'll move into "cleared to play"!!!!!!!! (Just in time for the snow that's supposedly coming our way..... Snort. Snort. Snort.).

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