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today was my first day back in the gym after almost a week off. din went easy on me, so i wouldn't be too sore tomorrow. the truly amazing thing tho was that though i spent six days doing almost no physical activity AND squeezing in the occasional piece of dark chocolate, i've still lost a kilo since last week. i'm now 74.4kg...and that 70kg goal is looking so much more attainable.
i know i said that the extraction was a breeze, but a couple of days afterwards i was having really bad toothaches. so bad that i had to take two pain killers before i could fall asleep. so yesterday i couldn't bear it anymore and went to see the dentist again, and apparently food had got stuck in the hole-where my tooth used to be- thus causing infection. then she used something akin to a syringe filled with some fluid to clear away the food and infection. GAWD the pain. all i could think was " i hope i don't cry"...and i'm not regularly such a wuss. so i'm feeling tons better now, still sore but nothing that requires painkillers.
when i first started exercising, there were several exercises which i coudn't do (running, step ups, lunges) because my knees were not strong enough to handle the stress. i used to suffer really bad knee pain constanlty, even from just going out shopping. but as i got lighter and my knees stronger, the knee pains have been completely eliminated. so much so that i've taken woking out, pain-free, for granted. then today, as i was brisk walking home i felt a sharp pain in my left knee and its been hurting ever since. i've iced it and hope that it feels better tomorrow so i can do my 40 min of cardio.i really hope it's nothing serious cos it would drive me nuts!!
i know i often don't talk about my father's passing mostly because i think that if i did the grief would overwhelm me and i'd lose my marbles. so during the day i kinda numb myself to the fact that he's gone and am strong for my mother, who's taking it pretty hard. but i've been dreaming of him all the time. the whole of last week i dreamt of him and it just sucks cos u wake up and he's gone, and it's like losing him again and again.it's been so bad that i've been waking up at all hours of the morning (which in some aspects is good cos i get to pray my subuh). my mother says that it's a sign that i need to pray for him, which i've been doing. stangely, she hasn't dreamt of him once. i hope these dreams get less frequent, so that i can have something resembling a normal life.
i know i said that the extraction was a breeze, but a couple of days afterwards i was having really bad toothaches. so bad that i had to take two pain killers before i could fall asleep. so yesterday i couldn't bear it anymore and went to see the dentist again, and apparently food had got stuck in the hole-where my tooth used to be- thus causing infection. then she used something akin to a syringe filled with some fluid to clear away the food and infection. GAWD the pain. all i could think was " i hope i don't cry"...and i'm not regularly such a wuss. so i'm feeling tons better now, still sore but nothing that requires painkillers.
when i first started exercising, there were several exercises which i coudn't do (running, step ups, lunges) because my knees were not strong enough to handle the stress. i used to suffer really bad knee pain constanlty, even from just going out shopping. but as i got lighter and my knees stronger, the knee pains have been completely eliminated. so much so that i've taken woking out, pain-free, for granted. then today, as i was brisk walking home i felt a sharp pain in my left knee and its been hurting ever since. i've iced it and hope that it feels better tomorrow so i can do my 40 min of cardio.i really hope it's nothing serious cos it would drive me nuts!!
i know i often don't talk about my father's passing mostly because i think that if i did the grief would overwhelm me and i'd lose my marbles. so during the day i kinda numb myself to the fact that he's gone and am strong for my mother, who's taking it pretty hard. but i've been dreaming of him all the time. the whole of last week i dreamt of him and it just sucks cos u wake up and he's gone, and it's like losing him again and again.it's been so bad that i've been waking up at all hours of the morning (which in some aspects is good cos i get to pray my subuh). my mother says that it's a sign that i need to pray for him, which i've been doing. stangely, she hasn't dreamt of him once. i hope these dreams get less frequent, so that i can have something resembling a normal life.
posted by liza @ 7/22/2006 11:42:00 PM
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