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It's been a weird week. Our country is at war with someone else and pretty much no one I know wants to be involved in it! I discovered this week that Britain has been technically at war with SOMEONE every year since 1707, which is kind of insane but is probably reflective of our nature when we've had a drink, we never back down for ANYTHING!
Once again though, it's a case of my friends feed on Facebook not reflecting the political will of the country as a whole, I should be getting used to that old chestnut by now.
I also went to hospital this week, for my nine monthly appointment since my operation in March. It seems like years since it happened, which is probably why I should give myself some leeway on the bit of weight gained over the course of 2015!
I came to terms with the fact that I'll never play football again at some point during my recuperation, I'm not even supposed to run on my hip, as I've already got arthritis in it. Yes, I'm really 32!
What I never really considered was that I will eventually need the hip replaced and if I don't, I will be in pain. I also never thought that I might not be able to do any exercise in future, if the worst comes to worst.
So, it's up to me to lift weights, use a cross trainer and swim as much as possible, drop the weight and I get to keep my hip in my body for as long as possible. It's pretty unequivocal really.
I'm not down about it and when it does aggravate me, I need to remind myself I'm in an exceedingly happy relationship, with good friends and family plus a cat. I live in my own flat, have a secure job, am training for better and best of all, have a fully functioning brain and mind, I like being physically fit but this situation could be so much worse. Not being able to think for example, would be awful. Or living in Syria. Yes, I am damn lucky and I should never forget that.
Once again though, it's a case of my friends feed on Facebook not reflecting the political will of the country as a whole, I should be getting used to that old chestnut by now.
I also went to hospital this week, for my nine monthly appointment since my operation in March. It seems like years since it happened, which is probably why I should give myself some leeway on the bit of weight gained over the course of 2015!
I came to terms with the fact that I'll never play football again at some point during my recuperation, I'm not even supposed to run on my hip, as I've already got arthritis in it. Yes, I'm really 32!
What I never really considered was that I will eventually need the hip replaced and if I don't, I will be in pain. I also never thought that I might not be able to do any exercise in future, if the worst comes to worst.
So, it's up to me to lift weights, use a cross trainer and swim as much as possible, drop the weight and I get to keep my hip in my body for as long as possible. It's pretty unequivocal really.
I'm not down about it and when it does aggravate me, I need to remind myself I'm in an exceedingly happy relationship, with good friends and family plus a cat. I live in my own flat, have a secure job, am training for better and best of all, have a fully functioning brain and mind, I like being physically fit but this situation could be so much worse. Not being able to think for example, would be awful. Or living in Syria. Yes, I am damn lucky and I should never forget that.
