Today is the first day I've not taken Flexeril and 600mg of Ibuprofen three times a day to help me cope with the pain from my strained neck / back muscles. I'm still quite tender and not nearly 100%, but I'm finally feeling human again. Needing to take medication really bums me out. Despite what you've been reading (if you've been reading), I'm rarely sick and not accustomed to taking medication.
Unfortunately, between being ill with meningitis and medicating myself after hurting my back and neck I counted that I've been down and out for 16 of the past 28 days. In addition to making me down right depressed, being ill and incapacitated has also seriously messed with my work out routine which had been paying some serious dividends. To compound matters, I've been quite regularly eating chocolate in quantities that would make a French pastry chef blanch. What can I say? I seek comfort from chocolate.
Anyway the result has been that I feel like all my progress in the gym has come undone. This evening when I looked into the mirror I felt like I was starting to resemble the Family Guy.
I'm still not able to work out but I'm hoping to return to my trainer, Stu, next week. If only for my mental health I need to get back into my gym routine. When I'm working out I'm more disciplined about what I eat and the further I get from the gym the more lax my eating habits get.