Well ladies and gentleman, I’m ashamed to say that the last week or so has been a bit of a disaster exercisewise.
This was partly due to watching Wimbledon, but my ‘exercise’ has also been restricted because of my creaky knee.
I knew I shouldn’t have crawled around on the floor trying to sort out my husband’s computer but I thought I’d got away with it until I did some gardening. Half an hour of forking up weeds and i really started to feel it. Then it ‘blocked’.
Yuk. Usually an hour or so of rest will put it right but I’ve been limping painfully for a few days now. If it doesn’t improve I’ll see the doc tomorrow.
On the more positive side I have really been forced to take dieting more seriously. Last week I had to see the doctor because my ankle was hurting. She said it was a case of bad circulation and varicose veins. So this means tablets, cream and a visit to the specialist.
Also, she prescribed some support ‘socks’ but these are very tight to put on and I had to ask myself the question, “Are my feet too far away or is my stomach too fat?”
You can guess the answer, can’t you?
It brought home to me the painful truth that it was no good promising to take myself in hand ‘tomorrow’ or ‘after such and such’ – I have to start NOW and take it a day at a time.
This is crunch time.