Monday I wore sandals to work, and I regret it. As I was walking along the sidewalk on the side of the building I didn’t notice the huge rock that the other office uses to prop open their door. The door was closed and rock was right in the middle of the sidewalk… like I stated I didn’t see it. Well I was on the cell phone and was in my normal “pace-while ranting” and kicked the rock full force. I kicked it hard enough to split and break off the nail on my big toe…. I grumbles and went on my way (of course moving the rock out of my path. Figured I was lucky I the only thing I did was break the nail on my toe…. Well now I am thinking I did more to my foot then I thought…..
I did my usual walk that night in fact I walked the loop twice (total of 7 miles). Tuesday I did my nightly walk again. But last night when doing my walk the pain finally caught up with me. I could barly walk the last 20 minutes of the walk. I had noticed earlier that day my foot looked bruised, that dark brown yellow type of bruise.
So as I limped home the last 20 minutes of my walk the following was my inner dialogue:
“Am I just destined to be fat the rest of my life? Why is it that every time I try and do something about my weight by exercise SOMETHING happens…. 6 y ears ago I had a pretty good routine going by swimming 2 hours every night…then I had to have that freak accident in the house and get over a 100 stitches in my leg…. So much for exercise… I couldn’t even walk on my leg let alone swim!
And here I am stupid enough to wear sandals to work (which I know better..but I just HAD to try and resemble a female human being). If I broke my toe or foot I am screwed! What about swimming? Oh I would love to swim! But the pool closes at 6pm there is no way I could get my girls to their practice and then go swim I would have less than 15 minutes of swim.. and there is no way I can get up in the morning to go swim.
Why have I not lost any weight this week? I was working out more, yet I am staying at the same weight…. That’s it I might as well just be happy with my size and not stress myself out… I am done….then again considering I have lost 9 pounds in the last 3 weeks I should be happy with that…but I’m not…gee how stupid is that….as if all this weight will just suddenly melt away in a matter of weeks…… lets be realistic.
If my husband makes another smart ass comment about how slow I am tonight I am going to pick up a rock and ping him in the back of the head…my girls are so much more fun to walk with… ok maybe its because I find their gossip entertaining…oh and yes THEY DON’T SAY CRAP ABOUT HOW SLOW I AM….. Ok maybe he is just trying to be supportive…after all he doesn’t know I tried to play soccer with a 6 pound rock.
My foot is killing me…. Maybe I should do palates or something….. I could always go to the gym during lunch and do the stationary bike……yeah I see the house… ok I am not walking tomorrow or Friday..maybe my body is telling me just to rest my foot…. Because it is not so bad on the downward slope….or even the flat stretch of sidewalk…. It would hurt no matter what……
YEAH HOME!!! Water! Shower!”
So it is clear my body says give it a rest for few days... plus maybe I need to find other things to do as well that wont be as painful on my body...
I won this inner battle this time... I refuse to accept defeat.......
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