So I've been a little frustrated over the last month to say the least ... It all started almost a month ago on the 24th of August when my car got broken into one morning while I was at work and Josh's brand new $1500 guitar got stolen out of my car. It still hasn't been found ...
Then two days later I was getting ready for my trip to Michigan that I was pretty excited about because it'd been 6 months or so since I'd been up there, and I was doing laundry and getting ready to go. I went out to change out the load of laundry, and as the story goes that I've told about 50,000 times now ... I stepped on the edge of the step going out into my garage, and its not really a step and its not attached so when I did that it flipped up and rolled my foot and ankle off, sending me to the ground like a sack of shit (thank you Josh) and messing my ankle up pretty good ... 3 weeks after I finally got a correct diagnosis of torn ligaments and a compression fracture and now I've got a pretty hot pink cast plastered to my foot.
So not only was I frustrated about the guitar being stolen (and less so my car being broken into) but I was now pretty disabled. Yes I know it's not permanent but it's a huge adjustment for someone who would pretty much never ask for help (I would load up Josh's truck with all the garbage and take it to the dumpster myself before I'd ask him to do it and I moved the couch out of my old house all by myself) ... to being able to do pretty much nothing BUT ask for help. I've been an independent person my whole life and I've pretty much NEVER been able to NOT do things for myself. It sucks, I hate it. Especially not being able to do stuff as simple as - walk from one side of the house to the other, drive myself to work, carry my own purse, get my own meal, etc.
Not only that, but I've been trying for almost a year to shed some weight and get myself in a little bit better shape. 60 unsuccessful days of P90X, even more days than that of walking/running ... then I was really looking forward to taking dance class with Josh to spend time together and maybe that would also help me get in shape. Now I can't even walk right. So no dancing, no running, no walking ... no exercise for me anytime soon .... so I either need to suck it up and get over wanting to lose weight any time soon or severely change my diet. Which, I know, shouldn't be that hard .... but its pretty hard when the person I live with doesn't understand why I'd want to lose the flavor of the 73/27 ground beef for a much leaner 96/4 ground beef. Or why I cringe at Hamburger Helper Stroganoff ... It's hard to eat healthy when your partner doesn't eat healthy. Especially when you're on a budget and can't afford to buy a fatty and non fatty version of everything. Don't get me wrong ... LOVE LOVE LOVE him, he's taking SUPER AWESOME care of me. We just don't see eye to eye in the kitchen and that's not helping me lose any weight when that's pretty much the ONLY way I'd be able to lose any weight right now.
Another area which I've fallen back on is drinking ... a little woe is me drinking action puts the beer belly back on in a hurry. Ugh. And I feel like I'm back at square one because I can hardly control it. If there's a drink around, I take it.
Also, its a little exhausting to carry yourself around by your arms like a baboon. Not to mention how awesome the hard rubber of the crutch handles that you push down on as you do it feels and makes you feel like the muscles and tendons in your hands are going to snap.
Not looking for sympathy ... I know my life could be SO much worse. Its just frustrating to get so many slaps back in progress, be so helpless and have the light at the end of that tunnel seem to be so far away ... Just venting mostly.
I do take suggestions however. I might not follow them but I will take them. LOL. Love you all. Thanks for being great friends.
