Which means I'm off the exercise. The high impact stuff, anyway. Last time, my doctor recommended a regimen of low intensity swimming and yoga, but I'm not sure that will help this time. The mere idea of doing warrior and crescent lunges on my yoga mat makes me cringe.
My thoughts on the matter are: #%&?>! And yuck. I'm not going to lie -- I feel pretty upset at this development. I was being good to my body and exercising moderately, taking rest days, and making sure I felt good before doing any higher impact stuff. And now this happens. I'll say it again: yuck.
However, I'm also determined not to get too depressed (which is not always an easy feat for me). When I had to take it easy this past fall to allow my hip to recover, I kind of freaked out. Between the stress of an exercise revamp and starting a new job, I ended up foraying into the land of emotional eating and gained some weight. I've lost a little of it, but not all of the weight. I'm [still] telling my eating disordered mindset to shut up about the matter, though, because I know that if I listen even a little bit I'll soon find myself re-imprisoned in food restricting and over-exercising. That is not a place I want to go again. So I'm not trying to lose weight, and am maintaining healthful nutrition and physical activity.
Except now my physical activity is going to the wayside, at least for a little while. The thought raises feelings of dread, panic, and depression, but this time I'm ready. This time there will be no emotional eating. This time I will not flip out. Why? Because . . . I realize there's nothing I can do about it. If I want to continue using my body (including the gimpy hip) in the future, I need to let it rest and heal now. Sure, that might result in a little muffin-top-of-doom action, but that's worth avoiding hip surgery, right?
Right. So I'm trusting God, and trusting my body to tell me what it needs. Pain is a communication tool, and I'm going to use it this time around instead of pushing and punishing my body to further injury. So I'm going to lay off the squats and plyometrics and lunges, and stick with hooping. After all, who can resist a nerdy white girl in a hula hoop?