Yes friends, I hurt my back. Again.
This time I was innocently doing laundry on Sunday. I twisted the wrong way when I was moving my laundry basket and BAM…back spasm. I’ve been down for the count ever since, only today finally starting to feel some relief. Though I’m sure it will still be a few more days before I’m totally back to normal (actually scratch that, I’ll never be normal 😉 ).
I know why this keeps happening; why I am always at odds with my back. It’s because of my weight. I carry my excess weight in my stomach, and my back is constantly compensating for the extra weight. I’ve always known this, but guess I’ve always kind of tried to ignore it. That was until yesterday, when I just couldn’t ignore it any longer.
Yesterday I was in some pretty severe pain. Nothing was making me feel better—not heat, or ice, or drugs—all I felt was pain. It was one of those times when I’m so uncomfortable all I can do is cry. But this crying wasn’t just because it hurt, I was crying because I was angry at myself for letting my weight get this out of control. I’ve had opportunity after opportunity to do something about it, but I’ve just never tried hard enough.
I made a pretty bold statement to my brother today. He picked me up after work and as we were driving I said to him:
“I’m ready to make a serious commitment to doing something about my weight.”
The weird part? I actually meant it.
The best part? I’ve started by asking for help.
I’ve never been good at asking for help. I like to be the one who people come to for help, not the other way around. But in this instance, I definitely need to call in reinforcements. Over the last year lots of friends have offered their help to set me up on the track to success, but I always thought I just needed to do it on my own. Lesson learned.
So over the next few weeks I’ll write more about how I’m asking for the help I need to get to the place I want to be: healthy.
“One of the greatest barriers to connection is the cultural importance we place on “going it alone.” Somehow we’ve come to equate success with not needing anyone. Many of us are willing to extend a helping hand, but we’re very reluctant to reach out for help when we need it ourselves. It’s as if we’ve divided the world into “those who offer help” and “those who need help.” The truth is that we are both.” Brené Brown – The Gifts of Imperfection: Let Go of Who You Think You’re Suppose to Be and Embrace Who You Are