So the hip is still not the best.

But it's better. I managed to sit around the airport, waiting for my flight to Toronto, without limping around as soon as I got up. It hasn't been pretty, and I've gotten pretty depressed about it.

Scott and I were downtown last Saturday, scouting wedding bands, and just seeing all of that activity bummed me out pretty profusely. I think that at this point, with a loss of almost two weeks of any working out, the triathlon might not be the wisest move.

I'm having a difficult time articulating how this all feels without sounding overly dramatic. I mean, it's just exercise, right? No longer exhausting are the notions that I might put back on weight - I haven't. Nor is it not doing a triathlon, though I'm not happy about that prospect. Mostly it's the loss of something that has become to fundamental to my overall well-being. I'm happier as a result of all of those endorphins and working out makes me feel strong and healthy. I love running in the sun, kicking and punching, biking ... all of it. And I know there are things I can do in their places but I love running in the sun, kicking and punching, biking ... all of them.

So Monday we will get back up on the horse and try again. If it continues to bother me, I'm headed to the sports doc to see if I've done any serious damage.

In the meantime, I don't have much more to report. My veggie experiment was so boring - all I did was grill a bunch every night for dinner! - and I'm suffering from some stomach issues again, which is leading me back in the direction of a South Beach-y diet. I've not at all been exhausted since being back on my thyroid medication, but I'm starting to think that I need a more holistic approach to my health.

What am I looking to accomplish with all of the pushing? Why am I pushing so hard? What am I trying to get away from?

Posted by Erin at 01:30 PM | filed under: Ouch