Still sore. I think this is the sorest I’ve ever been from working out. The next time I see that evil, evil man the trainer will be Wednesday morning. Probably just as I’m starting to feel better. 🙂
Of course, I’m probably sorer than usual this time because I’m more out of shape than previously.
Migraines are a bit improved. The needle lady had me stop taking one of the supplements, and they seem to be getting better (though they’re still around part of the time, of course).
The group. I have read one chapter out of the three that were “homework.” I called two people, one didn’t answer. I got one phone call (don’t think that counts as one of the three calls I’m supposed to make during the week).
I have made a connection between this physical ouchy-ness and my feelings. With all of this physical pain, I hesitate to sit, or move in certain ways sometimes because when I start to make the movement—ouch, ouch, OUCH, it’s going to hurt! Once I actually pull up my big-girl panties and just do whatever it is, it’s usually not that bad. There are a lot of feelings rolling around in me that I react to in much the same way. I start to get close to them and ouch, ouch, OUCH, it’s going to hurt! And I won’t say it’s a field of daisies once I do feel those pesky feelings, but it’s often not as bad as I tell myself it’s going to be.