Yesterday was interesting. As I mentioned, I am doing a 2-day detox/cleanse review for a company and yesterday was Day 1. I had better energy in the morning than I have had in weeks... and without all the coffee. I got a lot of housework catch-up done and am trying to do more today. Around 3pm yesterday though I got super tired again and spent the rest of the evening not doing much. This morning I have been SUPER hungry but am going to get through the detox so I can get back to Medifast tomorrow.
I went to my new physical therapist this morning and she was so very thorough in her evaluation. She checked my gait, my balance and strength and alignment and told me I am really out of alignment from my hips through my knees and ankles to my toes. She showed me how I tend to stand and walk in a manner that aggravates my problems. It all probably started with me changing the way I shift my weight back when I lost 100 pounds, then when I was having knee pain I compensated for that, and when the feet started hurting I changed again to compensate for that pain. So I am basically all out of whack. She gave me some strengthening exercises for the muscles around my ankles and lower legs, told me to keep up the PT for my knees and hips, and to continue the calf and foot stretches with careful attention to alignment.
I got my first ASTYM treatment which did hurt a bit but it was tolerable. They use clear plastic tools on the affected tissues (legs and feet) and she said most people do see some improvement after as few as 4 sessions. My understanding is that 90% of patients see a 90% improvement in pain and function in 10 ASTYM treatments. I am going for it. I will go twice a week and hope this helps. I also had ultrasound, ice, and e-stim on my feet today. The PT also gave me the OK to start biking again, *very* gently, changing my foot position and stretching between rounds, stopping before I get that first twinge of pain. That begins today.
I am so, so determined to get my life back. When I say "back," here is what I mean. Remember in the beginning of this blog what my quality of life was? I couldn't walk to the park with my little girl, only a couple blocks away. I could barely walk out to the mailbox and back without pain and exhaustion. It was terribly difficult for me to mop and vacuum; I hated it. I had stopped going downstairs to say goodnight to my children. I did not go up and down the stairs to take care of laundry unless absolutely necessary; I just had my sons carry the laundry up and down the stairs for me. If I needed something from downstairs or wanted something put down there I asked my kids to do it. I couldn't rake or do yardwork without pain. I was highly sedentary. I did not walk my dog. I could not effectively run more than 2 errands at a time without needing to stop and go home due to pain and exhaustion. I was sad and very restricted by my condition.
I AM BACK THERE NOW. I may be 60 pounds lighter, but just last week it dawned on me that I am *exactly* back in that place where I was all those years ago. Every single one of those things I mentioned applies to me today. Right now. Not because of my weight (directly) but because of this darned foot pain! I am living that same non-life I was living then, picking up the phone to call my kids when they are downstairs rather than actually going down and talking to them. WTH!!!! I am back there!!!!!!!!
And it is devastating to me, because I tasted freedom. I had the life I wanted. Yes, I still had some weight to lose but at 175 pounds ALL of these issues were gone. I was walking a couple miles a day with no problem. It was *nothing* to walk to the park with my daughter, sometimes a couple times in one day. I was raking and mopping and vacuuming and playing and roller skating and doing dog sports and just generally loving my new active life. And now this. Now this... this ridiculous, 8-month-long detour into the hell of plantar fasciitis... has taken it all away. And being so utterly inactive, the weight has started coming back on. I am about 20 pounds heavier than I was in February. I cannot even tell you how desperate I am to get my life back. Can you taste it, just a little bit, by my words?
So that desperation translates to determination. Nothing will keep me from doing all those PT exercises and stretches every day. Nothing will stop me from going in there for treatment twice a week. I am absolutely determined to feed my body the best nutrition I can while staying away from inflammatory foods like sugar and wheat. Losing weight will only help. I will do anything they tell me to, to get my life back. I will get it back.
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