Ya know, it just figures. The minute I post about how I'm gonna change my life around, get more exercise and eat right, here comes the Super Bowl and potato chips and dip and a big ol' pot of chili. And all those good intentions went straight out the window like a cheating boyfriend's belongings. I gained four pounds just opening the bag of chips.
Despite my gluttony, I did make it to yoga (only once this week). But even though it was the beginner class, it hurt. It hurt like fire was devouring my muscles. I could hardly do the downward dog. My instructor's six months pregnant, and she's a big fan of downward dog 'cause it lets the baby hang free. And it hurt even though I've been going to yoga class religiously for the past year.
The pain comes because I have a new pain management doc and he's changing my pain meds. So either I'm having withdrawals or those little pills I had been taking were really doing the job and all my underlying pain is still there, ready to bring me not just to my knees, but all the way down to the floor. The pain feels like it did before I started taking the meds, though, so I'm thinking it's all still there.
It makes me want to just give up, put on my ratty sweatpants and grow old watching Judge Judy from my Hoveround™. (Seriously, though. I love that woman!)
I lived with the pain for a long, long damn time before I got the right meds, and now I have to stop taking them. I'm frustrated that the meds didn't somehow magically take away the root cause of the pain at the same time they dulled it away. My unstable spine was not magicked away, however, nor my freaky muscles. It makes me want to scream!
So, Internet friends, I ask you: What should I do? Curl in a fetal position with a heating pad and watch a Judge Judy marathon or tough it out? (I'm not really a tough-it-out kind of person, so I could use some advice on just how to do this.)
I think we all know what Judy would say.