Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired: Week 21

Posted by Edward Ernest | Apr 21, 2018 | Self Esteem, Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired | 0 |

So when I feel like I’m getting down, I tend to try and over exercise, so I don’t fall into bad habits. With the events of the past couple dating weeks and aftermath, I got a bit of an energy boost into me in my attempt to not be sick and tired anymore.

I will admit though, this was not my only reason for concentrating on my exercise this week. I have my trusty Fitbit on me all the time, and as you know, I love getting my steps in every day. My obsession with my Fitbit and getting into shape became infectious amongst my friends, and they all jumped on board as well. All of a sudden we became group friends on our FITBIT APP and a competition was born.

For a long time, no one could touch my step count. Ahem….I was that good (EGO MUCH?). But as time went on and I was happy with the 140k step level over a seven day period. That’s excessive to most but a major step back for me. Still, I had already hit my weight goal, so now it’s just about maintaining……or so I thought. I love tricking myself into thinking I’m noble when I’m really not.

All of a sudden I noticed one of my best friends making a solid run to beating my seven day total and the competitive asshole in me wouldn’t have any of it. And this is where everything went wrong. I had to have a fucking ego about this thing, and now I’m paying for it in pain. I got what I deserved I guess.

I started doing double runs, not just walking. I’d go out for a morning run, do my steps, then do a night run. I’d then taunt my friend over text like the moron I am and feel superior because that’s just the way I am. I’m shaking my head as I write this because I now know that I need to change.

Yes, this was all in good fun, and in theory, it was a motivator to get into great shape, but I took it too far as I do with most things. I get obsessive, and all rational thinking stops. And that’s when………it happened. On my morning run, I felt a slight twinge in my back, and I shut down my run immediately. Later in the day, I noticed that my friend might surpass my step count and against any judgment, I went out for a night run, and that slight twinge turned into a mighty grab. I knew right there I was gonna be fucked, and I only had my self to blame.

I walked back home but stopped to get Epson Salts first. My back was uncomfy, and I got into that bath and soaked with those salts for an hour. But that hour didn’t do much. I went to bed and prayed that I’d wake up feeling fine, which I did, however, after I walked to the office, the twinge reappeared.

All of a sudden, my runs stopped, sit-ups stopped, push-ups stopped. I’d still walk, and I went for massages, that’s it. My lust for step competition turned into frustration, and as of this writing, I don’t know when this will end.

So far nothing’s worked, and it’s my first major setback. Let’s hope it gets better from here, but I’m not holding my breath on it.

Now I’m going to soak in the tub.
Pray for me.

Night Night.

Thanks for following my adventure of Being Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired. If you have any questions, I’m just an email away. Also, if you want to read from DAY ONE, CLICK HERE!

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