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Disappearing muscles

For the last 3 months I have been on pretty significant restrictions from working out to heal an injury. Pretty much all I get to do is some stationary bike riding and a few exercises in low reps that don't cause my heart rate to go up much. Which is oh so exciting... I don't know how I ever used to go to a gym and do the bike, or elliptical or treadmill. I want to drive the stationary bike off a bridge to put myself out of misery after about 5 minutes in. I have tried not to complain too much because this injury was a result of a conscious decision that I made.

Needless to say, without working out I have gained weight. Expected. What I didn't expect is the complete disappearance of my muscles! You can't even see my tricep unless I flex...!!

But in reality I don't know what I am complaining about. Because all I have complained about for the better part of the last year is how giant my arms are, especially in photos (I'll save myself the embarrassment of posting a montage of examples). And now I look like a normal female. Instead of a she hulk. But I miss my muscles. And not fitting into any shirts. Where there once was definition, is now soft.

But I continue to patiently wait as I heal. As stubborn as I can be, this isn't an injury I can train through. I have to give it time. So with that I hope to have some good news from the dr when I go in for my follow up this week.

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