Yeah, I know it's been months since I last posted. It was beyond my control. My computer died back in April so my blogging days came to an abrupt stop. Now my computer is back and better than ever! Wish I could say the same about myself.
Well, I am 30. I am still fat. I'm not as fat as I was in January, but I am not as unfat as I wanted to be by now. I have been getting a lot of compliments lately about how I look. Lots of people asking if I have lost weight and telling me I look like I have "gotten smaller". According to my scale I haven't lost anything, but according to my pants I have. I have dropped another pant size which makes no sense to me. So either my scale is broke or I have magic elf's sneaking in my closet at night and letting out my pants. I'm going with option 1 because quite honestly option 2 creeps me out.
This isn't entirely my fault. Well, actually it is, but not really. Allow me to explain. For months I had been having pain in my left ankle and foot. It started out as a little bit of pain when I ran or sometimes when I walked. I blew it off as me getting old and paid it no attention. It got worse, but I kept pushing myself and making up reasons why it hurt. In my own little world I am a doctor, you see. So I can diagnose any problems or pains I may have. I should sue myself for medical malpractice because I was way wrong. When it got to the point that I was limping all day and couldn't sleep because my foot hurt so bad I got a second opinion from a "real" doctor. Turns out I'm not old. Well, I am, but that's not why my foot hurt. My foot hurt because it was fractured. More than once actually. How or when these fractures occurred I haven't a clue. I do know how they got worse instead of better though! I learned my lesson. If it hurts, go to the doctor.
Due to my fractured foot I had to stop running. Honestly, I was cool with that. I live in the south and it's Summer time. If you don't know what a southern Summer is like, go to the nearest sauna, walk in fully clothed, and tell them to turn that bad boy up to the max. Sounds wonderful, doesn't it! I am still dancing once a week. I just lay off the moves that call for jumping or spinning. There have been a few times when I thought I was cool to dance or run. Those were the times you saw me limping off the stage or calling someone to come get me. Lesson 2: It will not get better if you keep breaking it.
So now I am starting over. My ankle is much better now and I don't have to wear a brace unless I am going to be on my feet a lot. I can't run so I'll walk. When I first started this journey I did it by walking. So for 20 minutes a day I will walk and gradually get back to running. I am trying to work in other exercises that don't involve my feet. I AM down a pant size and almost down another. I am making progress. Going from a size 22 to a size 14 is still a big accomplishment. This is the smallest I have been in almost 10 years. I feel good about that. The journey continues.
