About a month ago I fell and hurt my shoulder. It got better, than worse after a few days. I've been making sure not to use it, keeping it relaxed, which minimizes the pain. If I can just stop hurting it, I think it would get well.
It's been difficult to do much, since I rely on my left arm more than most. However, the consequences have been worse than just the pain.
When I fell, I was needing to do laundry, but put it off for another project. I had my seeds ready to plant, and had taken cuttings to share with others. I made sure I was ready to plant anything I'd get at the Plant Swap.
As days went by where using my arm to drive was painful, the laundry and yard work remained undone. Sleeping is a sore point since I'll turn over and hurt my arm, then lie there for hours trying to sleep over the pain. I didn't go to the grocery store because putting on a top meant misery for hours. I ate the things I had stocked that didn't require any real cooking. All those items purchased in case we were snowed in came in handy. Eventually, I turned to fast foods for lunch.
Now I knew I wasn't eating healthy meals. I love fresh fruits and vegetables and missed having them. We'd buy fast food meals on the way home after picking my son up from work. I tried to make better choices, salads and carrot/raisins instead of fries. I limited my beef. Still, there were too many fatty and fried foods. Again, I knew better but didn't do better. I limited the amount of food, spending the same amount that I would have spent on groceries.
I finally had worn every comfortable pair of slacks and tops. I had to drag out some of those too tight items for clean clothes. Oh, my goodness, was that an eye-opener. My belly had increased so that pants that were uncomfortable became please-don't-split-the-seams with a deep breath. My big fat belly was hard to cover up. I had thought I was too embarrassed to be seen in public before. Now I want a garbage bag to go over my face and clothes.
You've seen the reports of someone eating fast food for a month and gaining 20 pounds. You better believe it. It doesn't take just the straight burgers and fries. I was eating less food but more fat and calories. I'm too afraid to step on the scales.
Take it from someone who is having trouble breathing in her pants!