My foot has been a little uncomfortable for the past couple weeks. Nothing too bad and it hasn't hindered me in anyway...until yesterday...
I was walking (just walking) through the office when I heard a CRACK followed by some excrutiating pain!! It was after hours so thankfully no one was around to witness my spazzie body jerk in response to the pain.
So, I took that as a cue that it was time to go home. The pain continued to worsen as the night went on and this morning I could barely put any weight on it at all.
My wifey (best friend) finally convinced me to let her pick me up and take me to the Dr.
Well it's not broken but there is tendon and internal deep tissue damage (???)
I have not done anything to bring this on and have no idea why I am now hobbling around my house and moaning like a cat in heat evertime I try to walk to the washroom or get somethig to eat from the kitchen, but I am.
The pain is constant and unrelenting but sitting here unable to move I started thinking about things (as I always do when I'm alone) and eventually my thoughts came around to my weightloss journey.
I was thinking how the old me would have used this as an excuse to skip out on the exercise and diet and just go back to my old ways and start self soothing with "dirty" (but tasty) foods. Instead, I altered my idea of what a work out looks like and indulged in a less "dirty" treat...I had some popcorn.
So today I decided to combine some pilates moves that don't require putting weight on my foot with some seated boxing moves. It's not the most ideal workout but it's something. The point is I'm moving and not giving up.
The new me is slowly starting to overcome the old me's way of thinking, and I have to say, I am a little proud of myself.
The fat (or injuries) will not win this time!!!
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