Friday, May 10, 2013

Rules of the Boot

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:::


  1. 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!

  2. Margaret, your honesty and integrity is truly inspiring. I truly appreciate your transparency. I am so sorry. My heart is broken for you.

    I'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....!!!!!!!


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