I injured my knees a couple of weeks ago and they're healing at a snail's pace. Going up and down the stairs still bothers me, especially when carrying one, or both, of the kids. Unfortunately this means I've been avoiding walking the kids over to the playground recently. I've tried icing them during the day and putting heat on them at night, but I haven't been as diligent as I should be. We had also been taking daily walks around the neighborhood since the weather's been nice, but that's been put on the backburner too. This means I'm behind schedule on the baby weight loss.
Hopefully, things are looking up since I've been better able to get on the ground to play with the kids this past week. It just makes me feel so old when complaining about my knee pain. I mean it's my knees of all things, what's next, my hips? Monkey dad says he wants to trade in for a new, younger model (lol would fit here, but that's one of my pet peeves). Just wait until I get to feeling better, he owes me a couple tennis matches and I intend to make him feel bad for losing to a girl (with bad knees to boot)!