I have a
fractured navicular (translated: I broke
my foot.) I’m wearing
a big clunky boot and hobbling about.
Of course, I had to give up my 1.5 mile exercise trek (I don’t think I’ve
complained about that, though), and today I found out something important about
the boot…if your jeans don’t fit over the boot, wear something else! I tucked my jeans inside, and it has
seriously chaffed my leg where the boot and jeans meets the skin.
I had
started to maneuver around the truth enough so that I wouldn’t be lying, but I
wouldn’t be telling it all, either. I
decided against that, and I’ll just tell you that I have been involved in some
premeditated gluttony today (and some last night, too). It sure is easy to give in a second time
when you give in a first time. Today, as
I was headed toward the restaurant to partake in aforementioned premeditated
gluttony, I talked to myself. I reminded
me that I didn’t have to do this. I
chose to, anyway. Last night wasn’t so
bad, by itself, neither was today, by itself (other than both times were unmitigated
gluttonous behavior) but now I feel pretty stuffed and miserable. And
being stuffed and miserable, hobbling around with an inflatable boot and a
broken foot…well…I’m a sight.
If I can’t get attention one way, I’ll
get it another.
Last week I
had lost 88 pounds. Today, I would imagine that mark is not so
high. I have decided to not post weight
loss on Monday like I originally said because, well, I really don’t want to
know myself. I'd like to say that the weight doesn't matter, that only making right choices and being obedient does. But the truth is, I really like losing weight.
And there
we have it! I feel better having gotten
that off my chest. Oh wait. It’s still there, and it’s laying heavy, I
might add. :::groan:::
I feel for you. Two years ago I had an ankle fusion. I spent all summer in a cast and then boot. It was unsuccessful. I had a revision last spring, and spent all of last summer in a cast and then the boot. I hope you heal well, with no problems!
ReplyDeleteMargaret, your honesty and integrity is truly inspiring. I truly appreciate your transparency. I am so sorry. My heart is broken for you.
ReplyDeleteI'll now admit some gluttony of my own. Not of food, but porn. I struggle. Then I'm victorious. Then I fall. Then I win a little battle. Then I crash. Then I cry. Then I celebrate.
Although we struggle in different areas, our struggle is very much the same. I'll bet an alcoholic, or a drug addict, or a fill-in-the-blank would say much the same. The glorious news is that one day, one glorious day....!!!!!!!