Poorly thumb!

So last Thursday I was a little hungover. My wonderful boyfriend went to get me some cheese and bread and then headed to the gym. I sat down, took the bread knife and....

Sorry about the blood

Oops! Call Ras, panic, calm down, jump in a cab, go to doctors, hold hand high above head to stop the bleeding and get 3 stitches put in. That's weightlifting out for the foreseeable future.

So yesterday, I decided to give some lifting a go, nice and gentle, taking the utmost care with my thumb. It turns out I don't actually use my thumb all that much at the gym, so not only did I manage to complete almost all my routine (bizarrely, it was the cable crunches that I couldn't do), but I managed to increase my squats after a week off. Feeling pretty good about myself, I must say!

I had the stitches out today, and they put some steri-strips on just to keep it all in place whilst the wound closes properly. There's been some numbness in the area just above the cut, which hasn't gone away, so the doctor reckons I managed to go through a nerve. I did a course with the Open University last year that covered trauma and repair to nerves, so I know it's going to take a long time to heal, if it ever does. I'm hoping it's not permanent, but I'm prepared that it may well be that I don't ever regain full feeling. I do have a full range of motion though, which is the important thing as far as I'm concerned.

So during my week hiatus from the gym, I discovered that I've linked working out and eating well pretty closely, so the last week my eating has been awful. I've had at least 1 (and a bit) pizzas, lots of cookies and a couple of burgers. It's completely counter-intuitive that I would eat worse when NOT burning it all off at the gym, so I'm going to have to take a good look at that and try to ensure I don't fall into that trap again!

In other news, I looked in the mirror the other day and for the first time in my life, I'm pretty darned happy with what was looking back at me! My arms are getting some awesome definition (I must admit, I can't seem to help flexing them and showing them off. My friends must be getting really tired of it by now!), my stomach is showing the first signs of that six pack I'm after and my thighs and butt are looking HAWT!
It's my birthday in two weeks and I'm having a beach party (read: Hawaiian Luau), so I'm determined to be in the best shape I can be for that grass skirt and coconut bra!

Oh, and I levelled up again on Fitocracy, go me!

To finish, here's a gratuitous picture of my arm, because it's my party blog and I'll cry show you pictures of my body if I want to ;)