Author name: Katie

I’m back baby! My sneakers hit the pavement on Sunday and the treadmill today, and oh what a pleasant surprise it was to feel no pain! None. Nada. Zilch. My physio gave me the go-ahead to start running again last week, as my body was all in alignment again, my aches and pains had eased somewhat, and my limbs had pretty much been on bed rest for a good two months. I was planning on waiting until this coming Sunday to give myself a little more recovery padding, but, well, I just couldn’t do it … I was seriously like a kid on Christmas morning when he told me to give it a go; I could barely even wait the couple of days I actually did. But, as is the recurring theme of this blog, I want to do it right this time. So, on Sunday afternoon (before Turkey Time) […]

So I’m thinking it needs to be Easter/Thanksgiving Dinner about two, maybe even three, times a week – it was the motivation I needed to get my butt down into the gym! How, I ask you, do the gym rats do it? I just cannot seem to muster up the enthusiasm to slog away on the elliptical trainer or the stairmaster or – “yawn” – the stationary bike for hours, let alone 30 minutes. But I must do it. I must, I must, I must. See, I made a nasty little promise to myself, not too long ago, that I was going to to embark on a full-scale training program this time around, not just running. That means cross-training, core (not such a fan of ab work either) and, yes, facing those damn dreaded weights too! Mind you, I’m not really doing so hot on that promise; yesterday was like

After about three weeks of near perfect blood sugar levels, they took a nosedive (actually, more like a trampoline leap) this weekend – my readings have been showing 10s, 11s, 12s, and early this morning, a disturbing 17.1! I blame the Belgian waffles, the Pilsbury cookies, and yes, maybe even a bit of the paella and beer too. I haven’t quite figured out the whole waffle thing with carb counting; Calorie King drastically underestimates them, so Mario and I have been trying to do the math ourselves … keep in mind, we’re both journalists, math does not come easily to us. It’s a 9X9″ waffle (we got the tape measure out (counted 52 grams of carbs)) with approximately a half cup of blueberries (10g), plus about three tablespoons of ED Smith syrup, give or take (7g). I love waffles, and usually have them once every couple of weeks, but I cannot

The gods were against me today, oh were they ever. Practically right from the get-go I was feeling the need for a run, a good, long run to clear my head of the frustration filling every spare spot in it, but of course, I’m not yet back on the road, so a run was out of the question. But I figured, hey, a nice brisk walk on my lunch break might do the trick, sure it was cloudy out, but clouds never stopped anyone, right. So I wolfed down my lunch, looked out the window, and the skies were no longer grey, they were now black, with huge water-balloon-size raindrops pelting down. I didn’t really care to fight with my umbrella today, so a walk was also out of the question. But then I thought, hey, my condo’s equipped with a gym, maybe I’ll head down there tonight after work

I think I may have typed too soon, or maybe I was just dreaming, or maybe, as one of my co-workers so frequently likes to tell me, I’m just delirious. But you know the other day, when I was practically dancing in the streets about being pain and fancy free? Well, today, that’s so not the case at all. Oh no, I’m like a freaking claw all clenched and hooked over with burbles of pain roiling through my neck, down my lower back and in and out of my hips – my pain nemesis! And I say BAH! to you pain. I’ll show you … with positivity! I mean, seriously, how could I possibly let the resurfacing of the pain get to me, when, on my way home from work tonight, I frantically had to stop off at my brother’s house to use the washroom (I was only a quarter