Small successes and setbacks

So, yesterday I ate fairly healthily(not sure if that's a word but whatever). A banana for breakfast with hot tea, then a trader joes greek salad for lunch (210 calories with dressing), then Chipolte for dinner, which wouldn't have been my normal choice, especially cause I have leftovers overflowing in my fridge at home, but I went to play ultimate frisbee with some people that I had never met before, from meetup.com, and they apparently eat chipolte after games on Thursday nights. So I went with them and got a burrito which was amazing (but once you add everything up ended up being a whopping 1,145 calories) So I guess as far as eating goes I didn't do quite as well as I thought. But it could have been worse. Ultimate frisbee last night was hands down amazing, and I'm not in that bad of shape after all since I actually was able to do a decent job of keeping up. I wasn't amazing. I was thrown the frisbee twice, and dropped it both times, but neither were spectacularly good throws and both times some one was closer to the frisbee then myself. But I was in the game!

A bit of background. The last time I was on an Ultamate Frisbee team was probably the healtiest I have been since I quite horseback riding regularly. (of cource I was also running about 3 miles 3+ times a week here too and in a semi abusive relationship where I was told I was fat alot) but just for fun I wanted to put up a picture of our old ultamite frisbee team. This was in Newcastle England, and Im the only girl in the picture so I shouldnt be hard to find

From Right to left it goes Me, Nathan, Tom, Gary, Matti, and Lee. This was in 2006, In Newcastle England and I weighed a little under 140 lbs.

However I did learn two things about myself. A) I need glasses, I couldn't see a damn thing on the field. I knew this was coming eventually, since both of my parents need glasses but dammit I am only 24, almost 25. I am too young to be getting old! and B) I need to stop being a wuss and go see a doctor about my back. I only ran around for about an hour, and literally my back is killing me (my shoulder to but that's normal) I couldn't sleep last night cause of how much it hurt. Its been a year, and I keep saying I will go eventually, but if I want to really start being physical I need to go to the damn doctor about this stupid injury. But I dont want to. I think I would go if I could make an appointment, but the primary care physician assigned to me by my insurance company doesn't take appointments, your supposed to just show up during clinic hours. And its frustrating as hell cause I don't think I will force myself to go. I don't like doctors, and that's a good enough reason to not bother with it as I know. UGH. thinking about it makes me mad so I'm going to stop now.

Okay, of to go write on a short story I just started. maybe I will be brave and force myself to go to the doctor tomorrow morning.