As I write this, I’m sitting next to my husband’s hospital bed. My understanding about what I considered “bad news” has been… adjusted.
Earlier this week, I mentioned I got some bad news that rocked me a little bit. On Wednesday, I got another DXA bodyfat analysis scan. I got one last October. I’ve actually done these scans a couple times a year for the last three years. Over the last three months, I’ve been doing a mini-cut. Nothing drastic – I was supposed to lose about 1/2 pound a week. I was doing an upper/lower body strength/hypertrophy split. Everything worked twice a week, once for strength and a second time a couple days later with lighter weights and 8-12 reps. No cardio at all. The results? I’ve lost fat, but also muscle. A lot more muscle than fat according to the scan results. It was a shock.
I decided to take a couple rest days and regroup. I sent the data and all logs to someone to analyze. Waiting to hear what he thinks before I move ahead with a Plan B. He gave me the protocol I was following, so now he has results so he can fine tune things. My plan was to get started again on Saturday. I’d increase my calories to maintenance and change the lifting protocol to a more traditional body-part-a-day split. More food. More recovery time.
And then something happened. This is the Real Bad News…
My husband was in a car accident Friday night. I think it was a miracle that the only injury he had was a broken patella. He had surgery yesterday. He’s going to have a rough couple of months while it heals. The hardest part is going to be immobile. He is a strong, self-reliant guy and this is going to be difficult for him. I’m switching gears. I’m in ‘caretaker’ mode now. We spent the whole weekend at the hospital, so I need a few days off of work to get things set up at home so he can get around safely and have food to eat.
Making things work at home for him is my first priority. Teaching is my second. My own training isn’t really a priority – it’s a coping mechanism. I need it. So it doesn’t matter why I train. I need to train. Everything else falls into some spot behind everything else. I have to be honest with myself about what I can and cannot do. I may not be posting as much. Or I may find that writing helps. We’ll see.
One thing that I won’t ever forget – a set back in training is NOT A PROBLEM. It’s just a thing to fix. Life is messy and there will be real problems. I’ve been lucky to have been able to navigate through mild storms to this point. If I’m going to practice what I preach, I’ll get through this bigger storm, too.
However, I am officially “off track” with my training and food for the last few days. I’ve been eating at the hospital cafeteria and Starbucks. (A stranger bought my coffee this morning. I cried. Explained that it has been a stressful weekend and his kindness was very appreciated.) I may be off track, and it’s tempting to quit using my husband and my job as reasons why, but I can’t do that. I don’t think my husband would let me do that. So, I’ll take a few days off work so I can make sure things are manageable for hubby at home. I’ll find a way to get back on track by the end of the week.
Home now. Hubby is napping on and off. I’m relieved.Let's connect! Follow me on social media: