.... is tomorrow.
I had a great birthday on Friday.
I worked 14 hours this weekend.
Moving an office that you've been in for almost 5 1/2 years is a bitch.
But I'm so stinking excited I can't stand it.
It's extremely difficult to eat healthy & stay focused in this time of craziness. I'm doing ok--I'm glad I had time the past few weeks to establish some healthy food habits. I've had a couple of candy binges at night, but they haven't spilled over into the next day--no "what the hell" thoughts. So I'm grateful for that.
I pulled a muscle in my right quadricep yesterday, pushing a box with my foot. It doesn't burn or ache when I sit or when I walk (much) but when I stand up from a squat or push at all (as in, I pushed myself backwards in the bathtub while sitting down, and it hurt like mad). We don't have stairs in the new office, thank God, because stairs aren't easy either (no sharp pain--we have stairs in our current office--but I have to go up them gingerly). I wore a compression thingy last night and that helped.
I haven't had an injury like this since Luke was an infant in 2006 & I was just starting to run (at 205 pounds). I hate being injured. It makes me feel old and it makes me mad. Mark has a horrible back & can't do anything, so I simply cannot be injured.
I hope my leg muscle understands this and heals quickly.
I don't know what this means to my exercise prospects. I can't think about that today. I'll think about that later.
Wish me luck on our move! I'll post updates as soon as I can.