Sometimes it feels like the universe is conspiring to keep me fat. Why is it that whenever I start to really want to lose weight, when I'm really working hard to make it happen, life always seems to start throwing curve balls my way? Somehow, on Friday night I managed to dislocate my shoulder while I was sleeping! Seriously, how does that even happen, right? Ugh. The pain was/is pretty horrible. I ended up in the ER for 8 hours yesterday, got lots of great drugs for the pain while I was there, x-rays, etc etc. Left with prescriptions for more great drugs, a sling and instructions to not lift anything or do anything that might strain my shoulder for a minimum of 4 days-1week. So there's another week of gym time right out the window *sigh*.
I'm discovering that, for me, anyway, it's really hard to lose weight without exercise, even though I'm being really good with my eating. Look at March, I can count on both hands how many times I was able to work out in March, and I only lost 3 measly pounds. It's almost enough to de-motivate a girl. But, a Facebook friend posted this as her status recently: