Well, the normal that does not include exercise. Which is NOT normal to me now. So strange. I spent the majority of my life avoiding exercise, and now it's been two weeks and I feel weird not doing anything. Sure, I can do some arm work, but I'm so used to doing a total body workout with swimming and yoga that anything less is not very exciting. Another 10 days and I will be back in the pool. What I should be doing is enjoying this sanctioned laziness!
The normal that I'm referring to in my post title is food. Over the weekend I finally felt normal. Not all messed up from the surgery and pain meds (those did a number on me...opiates are NOT my friend), and finally energized enough to actually get myself to the kitchen and slice up an apple instead of just reaching for the sleeve of saltines when I got hungry. Not having to use crutches helped. Along those lines, I also started drinking water closer to the normal amount that I usually drink (which is easily 150 ounces a day) since it wasn't such a royal pain to get myself to the bathroom. I had no idea what would fall by the wayside while I was recovering from this surgery - wouldn't have guessed hydration, but there ya go.
Since Jeff was home over the weekend, I took full advantage of having company AND a chauffeur - we went out to eat a couple of times and of course stopped in for frozen yogurt. He leaves again today...I'm still in the boot and not able to drive, so I'm back to house boredom. But at least I haven't eaten out of boredom - much, anyway - and I attribute some of that to my first line of defense, which is to not have tempting, snacky food in my house. Also, the weather has shown tiny hints of changing - we've had a couple of cool mornings lately, and I'm actually excited to be able to wear something besides shorts, skorts and t-shirts...and I want to fit into my old clothes. Considering that last fall I was running a lot of miles each week, I hope I won't be in for too much of an unpleasant surprise when I actually try something on...but it is what it is at this point, and I have every hope and much optimism that before too long, I will be swimming and running and just plain moving and everything will be completely back to normal. That's not too much to ask, right?