Sometimes I feel like there is always something little nagging at my body. Don’t get me wrong, I am so grateful for everything that my body can do and I am blessed that I have my health, but ever since I tore my hip flexors in high school my body feels older than it should. I know a lot of this is my fault for not stretching enough – something I am always striving to improve on.
This last week or so I have been feeling symptoms of plantar fasciitis and it has been driving me crazy! It started with a tiny pain in my heel and I figured I stepped on something and had bruised my heel. Then it started to get worse and was a sharp and constant pain in and around my heel. Sleeping on my side, my heels touching was so painful that it woke me up early one morning. I have a very high tolerance for pain and am a very deep sleeper, so I knew something was up.
I have learned the hard way that above all else, you need to listen to your body. If sleeping and walking around the house hurts, there is no way I am going to force my foot into a running shoe and pound the pavement. As much as I have been craving exercise this week, I have been laying low in the hopes that this pain goes away. I went on a 30 mile bike ride in order to get in a workout without putting any impact on my heel.
Since I have been resting, my appetite has been affected as well. I have not been very hungry and found myself snacking throughout the day because I knew my body needed fuel, even if I wasn’t working out. I was kind of surprised because I have never really considered myself an intuitive eater. When it is breakfast time, or lunch, or dinner, I eat. If I am happy, sad, tired or sick, I usually eat. So this week has been an interesting development for me and my eating style. One day I snacked on sliced turkey, cheese, crackers and an apple. I felt like I was in 3rd grade, but it was what sounded good and did the trick. Another day was popcorn and grapes. Not the most well-rounded meals, but I managed to always have a nice home-cooked, complete dinner each day.
Sometimes, rest is best. Our bodies are amazingly efficient and intelligent machines and when my body speaks, I listen. I plan to continue to listen to my body and my appetite and get back to my regular workout routine Monday morning assuming I get the OK from my body.
Sometimes Rest Is Best