Week Two down and OUT!

Week two was just as much fun as week one, if not more so.  I could have done without the little stomach bug Monday and Tuesday, but it didn't keep me down for long!  I worked out quite a bit this week as well, still doing the team training Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and I also did Zumba Tuesday, Cycle 60 Thursday, as well as cardio in the evenings on Monday and Friday.  My friend Susan and I also did a good upper body resistance work out Friday night. 

My body seems to be holding up pretty well.  Much better than I expected it to honestly.  I really thought that one or both of my knees would have had it by now.  They're holding up though.  So really the only things I've had to deal with were the stomach thing and then last night a very, very strange pain in my heel.  The heel is made up of fatty tissue and bone, so I'm not sure where the pain came from, but I'll be doing some internet research today.  I was fine all day yesterday, worked out twice, came home, had my dinner, and went to bed.  Everything seemed to be going as well as it could.  Then about midnight I was dragged out of a deep sleep by an overwhelming pain in my left heel.  Now this is the leg that I had surgery on back in June, but nothing was wrong with my knee.  It was just my heel.  Not where the Achilles tendon is, but right smack dab on the back and inside of the bottom of my heel.  Very strange.  So I took a Tylenol PM thinking maybe that would help but it did nothing.  I tried to go back to sleep, and was woken up again an hour later by worse pain.  I tried elevating the leg but that made it even more terrible.  The only thing that seemed to help, and this is what makes it even stranger, was getting up and walking on it or letting my legs hang over the side of the bed in a seated position.  It was like enough blood wasn't getting down there or something.  Every time I would fall asleep, the pain would jolt me awake again.  So needless to say I didn't get much sleep last night at all and I wasn't able to do pilates this morning like I had planned.  The pain is gone now, for now, but of course I'm up and around at this point.  I'm hoping it doesn't come back because it was definitely an 8 or 9 out of 10 on the pain scale.  Not cool, especially not knowing where it came from.

Other than that, the week has been full of the normal outside drama, which I am trying to curtail every way I know possible in my life.  I haven't had much time to get on the internet, but honestly that doesn't bother me much.  I think I watched a total of three hours of TV for the entire WEEK which is actually liberating.  I've been getting my news from the actual newspaper or online, or at the gym while I do cardio, so I haven't been missing out on much I don't believe.  I read before I go to bed in the evenings so I get an information release that way.

My team is still the best team around, and I have to say a word or two about my trainer.  Andi is just the absolute best.  She genuinely cares about every person on the team and she wants nothing more than to see us be successful.  She's easy to talk to, and she's one of those people who really listen to what you have to say.  So many people nowadays act like they're listening to you, but you can almost see the wheels in their head turning to formulate a response to whatever you're saying before you've even made your point.  Andi isn't like that, and it's refreshing to say the least.

There have been a couple of other benefits to the beginning of this jounrey, most notably that my father, who is a wonderful person but who has let himself go over the past few years, has started going to the gym on a regular basis again.  Granted he has yet to really start eating healthy except at dinner because he doesn't have a choice then, but he is working out again.  I told my sister that he can't stand it that I am actually making a change and he doesn't want to be the last significantly overweight person in the immediate family.  I don't really care what his motivations are, I am just happy he is doing it.  His father died around my Dad's current age from a heart attack.  I don't want that to happen to my Dad.  Not only for me, but for his only granddaughter, my niece, Mia.  He needs to be around to see Mia grow up and to help her along her life journey.  That little girl loves her Grandaddy Young.  I don't want her to be without him like I was without mine.  So I couldn't be happier that my Dad is going to the gym to keep up with me.  :)

I will post more later, but the battery on my laptop is about to die and I have to go shopping for a few items for food this coming week.  I hope every one is having a great weekend.  Stay healthy!