Down for the Count
Welp, pretty bumming story today. On Monday, I fell at work and gashed my knee along with bruising the bone. So needless to say, no run this weekend. 😕 But I had an interesting realization during all of this. Yesterday, I stayed home from work to take a day to recoup and figure out how I'm gonna work with the injury. I've never felt more helpless than yesterday. I live alone, on the 3rd floor of an apartment building and no elevator, and I have a 2 year old dog. Add in a leg injury and it's not fun. Yes, I have friends that can help out but I'm too stubborn to ask.
Back to the story; Tuesday I was trying to figure out what I wanted for dinner. I could easily have made one of my low carb meals - just with more breaks in between but I didn't want to. So I ordered out. But as I was waiting for my food, I started snacking. Granted I wasn't even that hungry to begin with. I realized, eating was the only thing I could truly control in that moment and I chose to use it as a pacifier for the anxiety I was having.
That's the first time I had an "ah-ha" on what and why I was eating. And it kind of made me made haha. I know I'm an emotional eater, most are. But for some reason this one frustrated me more.
Elevating, heat and ice on the leg, and I should be back to new in about 2 weeks. Woohoo! My main goal through this is to not gain anyway weight now that I'm less active. Fingers crossed I can.