Okay, so I’m six weeks in to my fitness reboot. Ugh. My body is not fully cooperating with me and it’s kind of pissing me off. As reported earlier, I did my own private half marathon a few weeks ago and I was very excited about it. Well, remember that saying, “Pride goeth before a fall.” Yup. Sayings exist because they are true. I must have failed to knock wood as I did my superiority dance after that accomplishment and my crap ankle seized upon the opportunity to flake out on me. I have been in and out of my boot three times since while I rehab my ankle.
I have an os trigonum and you (probably) don’t. Jealous? Don’t be. The os trigonum is an extra bone that sometimes develops behind the ankle bone. Only a small number of people have this bone. (I’m special.) It is connected to the ankle bone (talus) by a fibrous band. It’s congenital, so I’ve had it since birth but it didn’t make its presence known until after I’d run a couple of half marathons a few years ago. That is when I developed os trigonum syndrome. The American College of Foot and Ankle Surgeons says, “For the person who has os trigonum syndrome, pointing the toes downward can result in a “nutcracker injury.” Like an almond in a nutcracker, the os trigonum is crunched between the ankle and heel bones. As the os trigonum pulls loose, the tissue connecting it to the talus is stretched or torn and the area becomes inflamed.” So when it’s in the crunched position it isn’t very comfortable, but when it slips back where it’s supposed to be (even though I guess in theory it isn’t supposed to be there at all) I’m fine. So I might wear the boot in the morning and then be out of it in the afternoon. My neighbors probably think I have issues other than my ankle.
When it’s fine, it’s totally fine. It slips in to the bad place when I let it relax too much. Yes, I most often injure myself while sitting on the couch. Stupid. The doctor recommended surgery to remove the bone and that day might be coming, but I’m not ready yet. I’m managing it. Kind of.
So anyway, my walking plan got scaled back a chunk while I let my ankle (mostly) rest. I’m only doing 3-4 miles at a pop, and not as fast. Will try and build some in the weeks to come. I don’t ever foresee running much until I break down and have the surgery.
Usually exercising and eating right go together for me. I’m an all in kind of girl. Conversely, I can be an all out kind of girl. I am happy to say that I think I am showing signs of real personal growth, as I have not used my crap ankle as an excuse to indulge my inner child with junk food. My diet has been good calorie wise – most days I’m eating somewhere between 1200-1400 calories, and it’s mostly coming from quality food. Mostly. I said I was going to give up the white stuff. (Carbohydrates.) I lied. I wanted to, really I did, but 6 weeks in that one has to officially go in the “FAIL” column. I am going to refocus and try again. Ugh. Why do the white foods have to be so awesome? (One exception. I am going to Nashville in two weeks. Biscuits will be had.)
I am ever so slowly losing weight. Ever so. In four weeks I’ve lost just two pounds – two pounds that could be located in one really fun Friday evening. I am somewhat discouraged, but I’m close to my goal weight and I will not be defeated by my sluggish metabolism. Victory will be mine!
Weight training is going well, but again, the results are slow to come by. If you have ever steered away from weight training because you feared you would get too big, fear not. I like a muscular look and I’m working for it, but women just don’t have what it takes (testosterone) to easily gain muscle. And I’ve decided that my fat distribution is like melting candle wax – it all pools around the bottom.
So while my top half is beginning to show definition, my bottom half…not so much. (It looks like there was a mix up at the doll factory when I was being built.
Come to think of it, what with the extra bone and all, maybe the factory workers were drunk when I was assembled. Hmmm?) Anyway, I am going to continue training and for grins I’m going to throw some focus on my abs, upping the sit up count.
I am still Diet Coke free. This is a personal best. I still miss them, and I don’t appreciate it when my daughter leaves half empty cans around to taunt me (do you know how hard it is for an addict to pour half a coke down the drain?) but I’m through the worst of it and consider myself Diet Coke sober. I am still using artificial sweeteners though, but I’ve switched from Aspartame (the blue stuff, which tastes the best, but is apparently the worst for you) to Sucralose (the yellow stuff, which isn’t really sweet enough for me.) I am considering giving them up, but like the ankle surgery, I am not ready to commit yet.
I hope you guys are sticking with your New Year’s Resolutions, (if you made them.) February is a month that tests you. It’s kind of miserable outside, bathing suit season is not yet in sight, and the lure of a roaring fire and comfort food is hard to deny. Hang in there! It will be March soon and all will be well! I know a few of you, like me, are dealing with less than cooperative body parts. Oy, the betrayal! Do what you can. Remember, first do no harm…or you’re completely hosed. If you feel like you’re losing your focus take some time to applaud yourself for all your hard work thus far. Change is challenging, and sometimes great effort is required…also challenging. But we are all capable of more than we sometimes give ourselves credit for.
Keep up the fight! And let me know how it’s going for you. Any trials and tribulations or is everything copacetic?
(Image of Frank because I feel like he probably said swell words, like “copacetic,” and because I think he is dreamy and it’s nice to close with him. )