While moving boxes, couches and a 9 foot Christmas tree on Saturday, I managed to tweak my back. Sunday morning I was hurting. Badly. I popped some Advil and muscled thru my responsibilities at church. The dull ache in my back blossomed into a constant wincing pain after I hefted our pulpit up the stairs first service. I did nothing the rest of the day but sit on the couch watching football with a blanket. More Advil got me off the couch for a meeting with out church family, during which I was miserable. I don’t know how people with chronic back pain do it.
As we left the church building last night, my two-year old wanted “up”. I bent down to scoop him into my arms and had such a sharp shot of pain across my lower back I thought I might drop him. I couldn’t find a comfortable way to sit the rest of the night. Even the fire my hubby built me and his massage didn’t help the pain in my back. Obviously, I didn’t do my shred. If I couldn’t sit without pain, there’s no way sit-ups were going to happen.
I’m still in agony this morning. Breakfast was some Advil…and I really wish I still had some of the stronger stuff I had from my pregnancy back pain. I’m going to give myself today to baby my back and try to shred again tomorrow. But the last thing I want to do is aggravate a minor back problem and turn it into something that doesn’t go away for a long time. I’ve pushed myself too hard in the past and ended up with legs I couldn’t walk on properly for about 2 months. I do not want a repeat of that scenario with my back. No thank you.