It was only a matter of time until injury struck again. Given the strain I put my body under sometimes it’s no surprise when I tweak things here and there. However, twisting your knee in your sleep has to go down as one of thee crappiest excuses for an injury I ever heard!
According to my evil physio there’s nothing actually wrong with my knee at all – which is good news because thats months out not weeks. After a few painful sessions in which I’ve had needles stuck in my legs (deeper than acupuncture apparently and awesome for trigger points. Awesome = horrendously painful) and suffered the annoyance of rest I’m not convinced he’s any the wiser. “Apparently” I’ve tweaked a tiny muscle in my lower back, which is putting strain on my glute, into my hams and quads and setting off my knee. Jeas!
That ain’t the technical explanation I’m sure but it’s what I remember through the haze of the pain....
Anyways, injury 3 weeks before Vegas is a flipping disaster!
No weights and light cardio. LIGHT CARDIO! I feel my booty deflating by the day and I’m playing old head games with myself convinced I’m turning into Miss Piggy. NONE OF MY NEW CLOTHES ARE GOING TO FIT!!!!!!!!!!!!
I don't do light..... and I don't do c-a-r-d-i-o......
Now the logical side of my brain is saying rest and get better, rest is good for muscle growth, tend to niggles now so they don’t turn into anything serious, you’re not gaining fat yada yada. Well the emotional side is screaming, wanting to reach for the biscuit tin and cry that it’s JUST SO UNFAIR!!
So that’s what I’m up to. Bored and looking pretty peeved off with life so if you see my grumpy face in the gym staring longingly at the smith machine give me a slap. I have been a good girl and stuck to his advice. Not doing much in the way of "light cardio" because I'm not that fussed if I gain a few kgs, its not the end of the world, and I would much rather preserve all that hard earned muscle that took me so long, and so much pain to build.
Thinking of some good news...... OH! I do have some. Slightly tooting my own horn, but hey its my blog so TOOT TOOT! My trainer is actually a genius. Not Mensa style but BANGING FOR VEGAS rate. Despite being a couple of kgs on the heavier than I’d like side, and body fat remaining pretty static around 17/18% my waist has shrunk. This thick old trunk I call a waist is actually beginning to resemble one. I’m athletically built which is great for some things but horrid for others. Waist being the main culprit. Smallest I’ve ever measured and would be a few kgs lighter for sure is 27 inches. It’s 26 at the moment, yeah baby! With a booty measuring 38 - YOWSERS nothing in the shops fit me off the rain. So I'm havign to buy a bigger size and have it altered. Its costing a fortune but I love shape and well nothing beats your clothes fitting perfectly does it!
J Lo watch your back honey J
Right, going to leave you with this absolute beauty. If your well enough to train, and you can't find the motivation after listening to this I will organise for you to be punched in the face. Made for a heavy legs session!
I said HEAVY ladies, and deep, I wanna see some strain on your pretty faces!
Love
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