Progress report time! My intent is to log all my activity weekly until my 40th birthday, to keep myself motivated.
My tracking started on Sunday.
- PiYo x 1
- Country Heat x 2
- 14 miles of walking/jogging.
Not too shabby.
My diet has been on point all week. I’ve had Shakeology every morning. Oh and I’ve been on top of my meds, including my vitamins. Weigh in is on Wednesday.
I haven’t had any alcohol so far, but that’s likely to change tonight, because it’s date night. It’s all good though. Gotta find the balance.
As of Thursday, I’ll be done with my prednisone, and I’m scared about how my body will react. The plan is, however, to keep calories low during flares, and just go balls to the wall on activity whenever my body allows for it.
I’m walking around completely normally. No pain. No swelling. I feel like I could take over the fucking world. It’s all because of the steroids, which I can’t take long term. I hope my doc has a plan next month because I need some permanent relief. Right now, feeling like this, I realize just how awful I usually feel…and I’ve just gotten to the point where I think that’s normal. And that’s fucked up and unacceptable.
That my rheumatologist called in a prescription for prednisone. I should have some relief within the next 24 hours.🙌🏻
Maybe I’ll actually be able to enjoy my weekend after all.
And now my left knee is swollen. Normally it’s the right. I don’t even know anymore. I’m not supposed to see my rheumatologist until February, but I’m thinking I should try to be seen earlier. I can’t keep going on like this.
IT HURTS AND I WANT TO SCREAM.
As you can see, I cannot fully straighten my right leg due to the swelling. It goes up the thigh and down the into the calf. It’s ridiculous and it hurts like hell.
Both of the pets are hanging out with me while I rest. I think I hit the worst of the swelling overnight. Now it will slowly recede over the course of the next 24 hours.
This is the part where I cry.
I’m flaring again, which means super swollen right knee and being barely able to walk. This shit is happening every 10 to 12 days at this point. I’ve started tracking it. I don’t see my rheumatologist again until February. Something has gotta give.
I finally broke down and popped a Tramadol.