Weakened like achilles with you always at my heels…
That is really all I can say about the heel situation at the moment. Almost a month in that damn boot (aka Beyonce) and not only is it no better after taking the boot off for two days to see how it was feeling, it is worse, I can’t really walk very well at all without the boot. Next steps include MRI and physical therapy depending on what they find. The next steps do not include using this as an excuse to make bad choices, feel sorry for myself or giving up. I can’t even get down on the ground to do the sit ups right now, so I am going to get an exercise ball and do them that way. If I can drag a boot around, I can drag a ball around, right?
Speaking of dragging a boot around, I am heading to Dallas in the morning for a work conference and that is not the kind of boot I should be wearing in the Lone Star state. Going to push through and do the best I can, get back and figure this all out.
I would be lying if I said this does not scare me. It does and I will tell you why. If I have learned anything in the last 3 years it’s that eating well becomes 10 times harder when your not moving your body. When I am not moving my body, I make bad choices, it’s easier to drive to get donuts, sweet talk second helpings to join in on the fun times happening on my plate and I get frustrated with myself and then I punish myself. If I have to work up a sweat by juggling Tully’s tattered old tennis balls I will do it. Whatever it takes. This is me screaming it out loud, I will not give up or go backwards. I refuse.
When push comes to shove, I think about the dogs, especially Tristan.