Posted by hanlie | Posted in My Long Walk to Health | Posted on 31-03-2009
I fell yesterday.
Any obese person will tell you that they have a huge fear of falling… We know how heavy we are and that we’re likely to hurt ourselves badly when we fall. And then there’s the getting up…
It was quite silly really. Pride really does come to a fall! I had been chatting to the proprietor of a Tri-Shop about some all-weather fitness gear that I needed and felt very athletic when I confidently strode out of the shop with my head held high.
And promptly tripped over a speed bump. (I wasn’t even going that fast!)
The fall itself seemed to happen in slow-motion. I was propelled forward and feel as if I must have become airborne, although I was probably just stumbling along and failing to regain my balance.
I hit the tarmac predominantly with the left side of my body, from my cheek to my knee. My glasses went flying, as did everything I had in my hands. I was completely stunned!
Two men were at my side within seconds, one cutting short his cell phone conversation. They picked up my scattered possessions and gave me a few moments to compose myself and assess the damage, before heroically lifting me to my feet. I assured them that I was all right, thanked them profusely, and got the hell out of there!
The damage seemed to be superficial – a scrapes on my face, spectacle frame, left hand, wedding ring and both knees. Fortunately I’d been wearing gym shoes and not flip-flops!
Next stop – the gym. Yesterday was the first day of my 12-week Total Body Makeover Program and I had already done the day’s cardio, but still needed to do the weights (at gym) and the stretching (at home). I did about 5 minutes of rowing to warm up and then hit the circuit. And realized that my left hand, which was inexplicably grazed on both sides, wasn’t working too well. I muddled my way through the requisite exercises and went home.
My hand, especially the thumb side, got progressively worse during the day, until I could barely use it at all. I was convinced however that it wasn’t broken, just bruised or sprained. But of course you only realize how often you use two hands when one hurts every time you try to employ it… I struggled to change gears, couldn’t open a water bottle without crying out and couldn’t take off or put on a bra. Thank goodness for Craig!
We went to the in-laws for dinner last night and my mother-in-law recommended Arnica – both tablets and cream. I took some immediately and have to admit that I feel better today, although as suspected, my neck and shoulders are quite sore!
I think I’m going to take it easy for a few days, until I’m 100%. The Total Body Makeover can wait one week…
I’m just glad that I didn’t break anything (including my glasses)…. It could have been much worse!














