I threw out my back again for the second time since May. I have a weak core, which means I have a weak back. This time it's really bad. I am wearing the ugliest back brace you've ever seen, and I can't even take care of my son. If he cries, someone else has to pick him up. It's awful.
I hate it.
It's time seriously, and I mean SERIOUSLY make some changes in my habits. I don't want Wesley to grow up eating the way I do now. He's watching what we eat, and what better motivation to make some changes so that I can teach my child that fruits and veggies are nummy? I want him to take pride in his appearance and feel good.
I feel awful about myself. I don't like how I look or how I feel. And I don't want to teach that to my son.
I made a call to a local fitness bootcamp in Tacoma today. I'll call them back tomorrow. I need to talk to my chiropractor to see if my body is ready for something like that as of Monday, or if I need to wait a little longer.
It sucks that it took my back feeling THIS BAD to give me a serious wake-up call. But sometimes that has to happen in order to make life better.
And can I tell you how excited I am to purge the pantry next week? It's going to be a good day.
Things can only go up from here.