A week and a half ago, I missed a step going down stairs while carrying something that needed to be put in the basement. The result? A broken foot. Now I am stuck not being able to move around much because my foot needs to be elevated. I feel trapped.
August 21, 2013 I broke my fifth metatarsal walking down the back stairs. I wrote the quote above back in the beginning of September. I wound up being stuck with my foot elevated for a month, and was only able to start driving this past December 12th. By the time the Dr gave me the green light to drive, I was absolutly bonkers. My room had gotten so small because I couldn't go anywhere unless someone was willing to take me, and my ass had gotten so big because I wasn't going anywhere.
As a New Year's Resolution I am going to 1) take advantage of my new found freedom; and, 2) learn how to cook healthy. Look here for what I hope is going to be fun recipes, anecdotes from the outside world and a running commentary on my body image progress.
Goddess, grant me the strength of bravery, honesty and inspiration, and the will of endurance now and forever. Please grant me the wisdom to go forth wisely and with love in my heart for myself and others. May I treasure these gifts today and always.
So Mote It Be.