Super Bad

No, not the movie. No, not bad as in cool. Yes, bad as in BAD! I am in excruciating pain right now :( I have done something (really no clue what) to my lower back and it is KILLING me. Top that all off with today being another one of those days of me not being in the best of moods and it isn't pretty. 


My back started hurting last night on the way to the hospital. It was raining, in the afternoon, in Atlanta...all 3 of which equal serious traffic and it taking way, way, way too long to get to the hospital. We brought our nephew with us so he could see his new baby brother (who is so cute btw!!) and his carseat was behind where I was sitting. In my little Corolla, that left me sitting at a very odd angle and pushed up to the dashboard. I was very uncomfortable and couldn't adjust for the over hour drive. We finally made it and then visited with our family for a bit before heading home. Heading home took just as long because for some reason traffic was going until 9 last night?!!? I was sick to my stomach from a lack of food at this point and just overall felt awful. So headed to bed after gobbling up my salad and watching our DVR'd So You Think You Can Dance.


This morning I woke on the wrong side of the bed again (obviously) but once again forced myself to the gym for legs & shoulders. It was a beyond irritating morning there. I had someone come and take over the machine I was using with my supersets not once, but TWICE...even with my TOWEL AND WEIGHTS  racked up ON the equipment!! What in the world people!? And then, me trying to be patient decided to scratch the superset and try to come back to the move later. Well, one time it was the leg press that was taken from me and I had to wait forever to get to it because the dude who stole it (that is seriously what he did - tossed my towel on the floor and everything) he SAT on the machine TALKING for 30 minutes! And then the squat rack when it was stolen left me to use the Smith Machine for my front squats which wasn't so bad, except for the trainer standing in my way so her client could do lunges right on top of where I was working out. Right after telling another man that she was stealing the equipment he was using even though he said politely he still had 2 sets left. Oh, wow! And it didn't help that with each rep my back was hurting more and more. 


After the gym, we headed quickly (or what was supposed to be quickly) to a consignment sale to get a few extra sized 18months things for Makenzie this winter/early spring just to be sure she has some warmer clothes in a bigger size. The lines there took forever and Makenzie decided to be needy and have me hold her, so by the time we finished there I was about in tears in pain. I came home and put her down for a nap, actually took one myself hoping to feel better, and woke up even worse - go figure. Sadly, at this point, I found myself in the kitchen eating a very very big bowl of cereal :( There, I said it. I was honest. I know I could do worse - much, much worse - but I still know that I HAVE to do better. And I will. No more of this! Time to pick myself up by the bootstraps and move forward. Even if it's hard knowing you feel like a bloated mess from all the diet coke you drank yesterday trying to overcome your crazy cravings, then topping it off with cereal, all the while needing to take at least off from spin tonight to rest your back. *sigh* I'm still going to make it to stage....I'm still going to make it to stage....I can do better...I will do better....don't look back...move forward....I'm still going to make it!