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:::