Nearly 8 weeks ago I broke my left ankle. I know, really? That was my thought exactly when it happened. It wasn't a fabulous feat, I just stepped on something, my ankle/foot turned, and down I went. I am accident prone, or klutzy, I get it! But it took 35 years to have a real break (I don't count breaking my right pinky finger when my Mom accidentally closed the car door on it in 1986).
It takes a woman of 35 years to realize how much you miss when you are not able to do a darn thing. I spent 6 weeks not putting weight on my foot, (I cheated a little, but was mostly compliant). I felt helpless, useless, and broken. Now that I am on the mend, I have this hunger to get out and exercise.
Last weekend I was supposed to participate in my 2nd 5k - but well... you can't do that with a broken ankle.
I have 86 days until I do the Dirty Girl with a bunch of other crazy Mamma's, I want to be healthy enough, and strong enough to do it!
My "woe is me" attitude has allowed me to gain 6lbs in the last 7.5 weeks. Really???
I started tonight with a WW meeting, and am rejuvenated and connected with my goal, mission, and I am so ready for this journey!
Join me!
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