I should be doing a check in, where I say something like:
"Oh my god guys, I've lost 48 pounds in 3 weeks doing T25"
But instead, here's what I have to offer:
"It's Thursday, and this was my first workout since last Sunday."
Why might that be? Yep - my stupid shoulder. I was doing something totally badass when it popped out this time: GETTING DRESSED.
It's now being held together with tape.
Bad news: This week has been a nutritional gong show.
The ok news: nutritional gong show dons't really mean what it used to mean - so my new version of gong show means 1 girl guide cookie, a bowl of raisin bran, and Thai food out with colleagues. Not the end of the world.
I've got a long road ahead of me with recovery after surgery, so I just need to buck up and realize that eating my feelings is not going to help my shoulder. I also need to realize that walking is going to be the only form of exercise I'll be able to do so I best embrace it.