I’m feeling a bit low over the last few days since my hip has been injured pretty badly. Not being able to dance has led to self destructive choices in regards to food, and so goes that pattern. I feel stuck and bloated. So perhaps I’m constipated in the mind.
The pain is less today so I started this evening (out of guilt for eating a hamburger) doing sit ups on the bed and exercises on my arms and so forth. Movement is movement? Right?
I just am so angry that my very sweet and caring massage therapist hurt me. I should have said something, but then again I had no idea that it was going to hurt this bad later. I am flexible and it seemed painful but within reason. Now I know better. Telling her would only cause her pain for which I see no purpose, I will however let her know that my legs were unhappy being bent about like that.
Bread is bad…do you hear that Michelle…BREAD IS BAD!!!
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