I’ve had to have an enforced break from exercise for 2 months after injuring my hamstrings trying to keep up with the gorgeous young things at the athletics track, but last week, at last!, I returned to sprint training with great trepidation.
It wasn’t as bad as thought it would be, not all my fitness that I’d gained last year had been lost and with the help of my new best friend, I have managed 3 and a half sessions.
Who is this best friend, that can perform such miracles, you ask. Continue reading
Girls on Tamoxifen know that, once a year, they have to be checked by a doctor. In my experience that means having the remnants of my boobs patted and asked if I feel OK and then I am sent on my merry way.
You would think that such a mundane exercise would come and go with very little drama, but as the day approaches I become more and more convinced that “there’s something there!” or that the Tamoxifen is disabling me in some unfair way that women don’t experience except if they’re on Tamoxifen.
This year the freak-out started early.
Girls on Tamoxifen know that estrogen mediates tendon repair, and the reason we know this is that, after a life time of swinging legs this way and that and laughing at the advice not to over do stretching, with exclamations of “you wimps!”, suddenly it seems we have to be very very careful with ourselves.
After struggling a bit to get back to following my eating ideals after Christmas I told myself to do better and get back to the principles I know work. To that end, for the last few days, I’ve been sticking to the diet outlined here and I (re)discovered something amazing;
Eggs are the most fabulous diet food.
My daughter is a sprinter. The athletics season started a few weeks ago and she was complaining of cramps. Girls on Tamoxifen know all about cramps. The received wisdom is that bananas, being full of potassium, are good for cramps.
By and large, I stick to my diet described on this site, but every now and then it becomes just too boring. I received a free sample of protein porridge with my last order of protein powder and thought that could be a way to relieve the monotony, but the taste was a bit … well, yucky!
I’m not a big fan of artificial sweeteners so I thought I could do better. After a bit of googling and calculation of calories etc, I came up with this recipe.
The other day we had a friend over and we thought it would be nice to take him to a restaurant. The meal arrived and the serving was enormous and the food salted to the point you could barely taste anything else. The next day we all felt like zombies. Continue reading