My head. Is sore.

So. Last week when I was trying to be sporty spice at Hexagon Wake park I dinged my head so hard that a couple of days later I developed signs of a concussion. So I took my happy ass to the doctor and turned out indeed...concussion. The good news, the CT scan showed no brain bleeding. The bad news...I was told no activity for 5-7 days-- no working out, no computers, no TV. I've been in so much pain and miserable for the past few days and Sunday night I hit rock bottom...so rock bottom that I got on the scale. It couldn't get much worse I thought so I jumped on...and I was shocked. It was about the same as the last time I had weighed (1 month ago)...that's right...1 whole month no weight loss. BUT....you can look at it and think 1 whole month...no weight gain :). 

Bottom line-- I didn't eat and/or drink very well in the past month-- pretty miserably actually. But...I kept working out like a champ. Gooo me. 

Now...the hard part...I can't workout for another few days so I have to be so careful about the food. And I've gone 4 days no wine...or booze of any kind so that will certainly help with the caloric intake. 

Wish me luck...

Chance of a Lifetime

Holy balls. I'M GOING TO PLAY SOCCER AT RED BULL ARENA! The arena is one of the only arena's in the world that was specifically built for soccer and considering I spent the first 18 years of my life playing soccer I'm beyond excited. 

I stopped playing soccer competitively when I shattered my ankle sliding into home when I was 20...8 screws and a plate later my soccer career ended. I played intramurally a few more years after then but would sprain my ankle every few games and at some point I just threw in the towel. BUT NOW....I've got to get back in the game. My ankle has been pretty steady for the past few years (only 3-4 sprains/knock on wood) and I think if I tape it then I should get back on the field in a rec league to prepare. 

The other thing is that I'm a goalie-- always have been--but being a goalie against women is way different than playing goal with guys behind the ball. There's no way our team can be competitive with me in goal...so I've got to re-learn how to play in the field. The last time I played the field I got slide tackled and tore every single ligament and tendon in my ankle...but that was a dirty play. And, it was 15 years ago.

So, here I go...back into the world of soccer. For a chance of a lifetime. Thank you Red Bull.

Mind Games....

I can't get over how hard it is to lose weight. It would be one thing if I didn't love food...but I do. When we were in West Palm re-charging ourselves I was on the right track. Then I came back to a week of meetings that had their ups and downs and I fell off the food wagon so to speak. Bagels, cream cheese, over eating...what was I thinking? Then it continued with some unexpected news from a friend that got in my head even more...and more bad eating. I snapped out of it relatively speaking on Wednesday of last week-- and the good part about this time of horrible food intake was that I never stopped working out hard.

The worst part? I'm scared to get on the scale. I mean, really scared. I can't do it. I won't do it. I can't bare to see it over 200 again and I just know that I'm back there. I know I'm being ridiculous-- but the mind games of this whole process are evil. The worst part...I'm lacking a good plan to get back on track. It's something I'm going to work on this week while I'm in Nashville. There's a good place where I hike pretty much every day in Nashville that is very therapeutic.

Wish me luck. Again.