At the end of April I spent a couple days in bed. I hurt my back and it was really painful to walk, sit or stand. I went to the doctor and they gave me pain killers only. I was totally out of commission for three days, after a week I could walk and sit normally, and after two weeks I was back to normal. Though I haven't really made much of an effort to work out, walk, or go to the gym since then. Two months, now.
Not surprising, I gained a couple pounds though I am not sure that anyone else notices. I'm lucky to be really really tall, so if its plus or minus five pounds, no one notices except for myself. But my clothes are a bit tighter than they used to be. Last month I bought a new pair of skinny jeans, size 28 instead of my usual 27. Just one size, but a couple years ago that would have driven me up the wall. Today, I could care less. I will go back a 27 when I go back to a 27.
The sharp back pain, followed by no back pain, made me realise that the only thing that matters is how we feel. Not how we look. And you can feel fantastic, no matter how you look. It has been a nice lesson in self-esteem and self-acceptance. Not bad for a girl who used to obsess about her weight (back in my pre-healing days, long long ago) ...
