I've done enough whining in the 10K thread, so hopefully you don't mind me spreading the love here a bit.
What a total #### weekend. Re-injured my glute on Friday, could barely walk after. Took me
minutes to just get from the living room to the kitchen. Couldn't stand on my right leg on its own if you paid me.
Then Saturday, we had to put our 17-year-old cat down. And I couldn't go into the vet with my wife, because of quarantine rules in Canada (I'm commuting from Texas). So I'm just sitting alone in the car, while she's inside, trying not to bawl. ####### sucks driving home with an empty cat carrier.
Normally I would deal with the grief with some trail therapy. I would have even taken running in the TX heat. But that wasn't happening. So what do I do? Jump right off the no-sugar wagon, HARD. All I did was sit on the couch, watch ####ty TV, and eat ####ty food. All of it. Nonstop.
Weighed myself this morning. 173lbs.
Fattest I've been in years. I probably didn't gain it all this weekend, but I certainly tried.
And then going through US Preclearance this morning, the officer asks me "so what's with the limp?". FML.
On a plane now, trying to channel my self-pity into action. This week needs to be about eating right and finding PT for my ###. Take control, Zasada.