I didn’t think I would do anything after work today. But when after work arrived, I was feeling a solid ok with the hip and doing nothing is not who I am. I went in and did my ROM work. The hip now feels exhausted but great. My fears are relieved: I did not re-injure it this week. This leaves me with no exciting workout, no horror stories, no PRs to report – unless you count the assisted squat that made it to bottom with tuck and glute activation, a major accomplishment for this injured hip. My blog today will be the tale of taboo apples and I will report on my first of two practice exams.
My first trainers needed to put weight on this once itty-bitty thing. That being their main concern, as long as I was eating relatively clean, they didn’t bother too much with nutrient breakdown, timing of meals, education. I love apples, especially the crispy ones with a tart bite to them. Throw some peanut butter on (reserved for special treats) and I am in heaven. Every night I had an apple. Plain apples, apples dipped in Greek yogurt, apples whole, apples sliced, apples in my salad. Along comes Coach. The first thing he “fixes”: APPLES. Just say no. I can have fruit, even apples, up until 3pm but they are too sugary, too many carbs, too late in the day, and from the ominous warning I received, I could turn into a werewolf or vampire or Frankenstein or a marshmallow. My opportunities to eat between 4 am and 4 pm are limited, I have to make those meal times as nutrient dense as possible. I don’t have room for apples. Therefore: NO APPLES!
A few weeks after I started with him, I needed a treat. I had an apple – with peanut butter – well past the witching hour of 3 pm. I entered the info into my food journal, something he rarely checks because I always eat the same, clean foods. Two minutes after I log it my phone lights up with e-mails from my coach. “Really, Warrior Girl, an apple this late?” and “Not really the best time for sugary carbs”. I am sure I sent 10 kinds of attitude back to him. I am sure one included something to the effect of “suck it”.
I understand the problem with late night apples. But I get comfort food too. And really? An apple is the worst thing I could do? I hear Twinkies are back on the market. If the thought didn’t make me gag I would dive right into a box just to see what his reaction would be. Most likely he wouldn’t believe it and he’d laugh but just maybe I would get a “Really? A Twinkie? An apple would have been better”. And I would pretend that is permission to put apples back on the menu.
My coach and I are like children sometimes. One of the women in our little group has, on more than one occasion, called over in the middle of our squabbles “I just left my kids bickering to come here and listen to you two go at it? Just shut up, both of you”. Well, mom-who-isn’t-our-mom-at-all, tell him I can have an apple! But I don’t say that because mom voices are universal and Coach and I are both kind of afraid she will send us to separate corners if we sass.
As for the practice exam – I passed and with plenty of room to spare. It is a 3 hour exam which I completed in 2. It seems I have been worrying, losing entire nights of sleep, for nothing. I’ve narrowed down my weak spots and will review those feverishly. Thursday Coach and I are having a study session and, I suppose, it will then be time to get the test scheduled. *sigh* I have so many mixed feelings…In my perfect world, my hip is healed the day I test. I am able to go through my internship able to do the programs, demonstrate movements for clients. My enthusiasm is contagious and I have to turn people away in order to leave time for my workouts. In my “I could totally fail at this” world, what potential client will hire me when I need to hold onto a bar in order to squat? How will anyone have any confidence in me if I can barely move? And if my hobbling keeps people away, how will I pay back the loan I took out for this? I have to find an accountant, order business cards, come up with marketing …. but first, I need to study, sleep, review and test. Oh, yeah, that one step at a time thing.
Anxiety averted, time for an apple. It’s 2 pm somewhere…