I'm still hungry.

Just because my leg is broken doesn’t mean my appetite is. In fact, I think that it has grown in hopes of healing my fracture with carbs, sugar and alcohol. I'm a bottomless pit. In the beginning I convinced myself that I was, in fact, getting a great core workout everyday lifting my leg, hoisting myself up, and hopping around. Awwwww the power of the mind. I’m very good at convincing myself of whatever I want. Too bad my mind can’t burn all of these calories, too (even though I often think really, really hard about working out and sometimes I even break a sweat).

So not only has this fracture changed the appearance of my leg (where did all of the muscle go?!?!) but the rest of me has changed, too. Ugh. Not enjoying this. I often tell myself that there is just more of me to love and I have a more womanly figure (the power of the mind...). I can’t wait until I can start hiking, yoga, and aqua aerobics again. Yes, aqua aerobics. The class consists of me, my sister, and tons of old people in swim caps. We enjoy it thoroughly.

Not so sure about returning to softball, though. Turns out that all my team needed to do was get rid of me and then they would start winning. Maybe this was a set up. It was the plan all along. Now I watch the games from the stands and cheer good ol’ Shake n’ Bake on to victory while I secretly question their motives...

Anyone have any good exercise tips or classes for when I can get back in the game? Even with this Debbie Downer vibe I’m actually feeling quite inspired to get back in shape and function again. I need suggestions! Doctor’s appointment Monday and I’m banking on getting the green light to start physical therapy and hopefully exercise again soon! Help me find my new workout!

Overrated.

Halloween isn’t my favorite holiday by any means, but I usually enjoy dressing up and celebrating. Not this year. Perhaps it’s the knee brace and crutches, but I couldn’t think of any costume that sounded even remotely interesting. And no high heels?! What’s the point of dressing up?! We had a wonderful pizza and pumpkin-carving party on Friday, but that’s it. Instead of a Halloween party on Saturday, I chose to drink multiple margaritas at El Conquistador with the gay boy scouts (there were tons and they were fabulous!). SIDE NOTE: If you haven’t had these incredibly strong margaritas in Silverlake then you are SERIOUSLY missing out on life.

Last but not least, Sunday night was spent doing laundry at my parents’ house and then taking a nice tumble down the stairs because I forgot I was on crutches. I know this may sound stupid, but I actually often forget that I can’t walk. It’s been 7 weeks now, but I still forget. I went upstairs to get an old college book to prepare for an interview later in the week, and I got ¾ of the way down the stairs only to then go take a step with my broken leg. I realized I made a mistake when I couldn’t reach the step and I was slowly tilting forward and downward. Then came the flying crutches, book, and flailing limbs. Well, hello floor. It’s been a while since I’ve been face down here...

Thank god I’m ok (I think). I just got more swelling and aching, but I don’t think I re-injured it. The doctor already added 3 more weeks on because my leg is “not where it should be after 6 weeks.” REALLY?! REALLY!? I’ve done everything he said! Ugh. This blog post has gone to a point of no return. I’m going to ice my knee and cry. Maybe eat a salad. Enjoy a picture of our pumpkins.