I am one of those cool kids. I am on the struggle bus. Yesterday, Monday, I went to my shore house with my family. First time along with my mom, dad, brother and shortly thereafter sister will be together spend two days together at the beach just having a little fun.
I get to my family’s condo, and the garage door wouldn’t open. So I went through the house and try to fix it. I was surprised to find that whoever was renting the upstairs condo had two cars in the garage plus a ton of shit. They obviously were getting into the garage even though the garage door would not open. So I pulled the manual lever and found myself flying through the garage onto my forearm. I kind a new I did something. Had a photo shoot the beach and hour later which I did and then went to urgent care with my brother, mom and dad. I am not sure my parents took me to urgent care where broke my arm 20 years ago. So this is just all too weird for me.
So the arm is broken, fractured, elbow whatever. So given that since this morning I cannot stop crying off and on like a bitch, not that there’s anything wrong with that, or being a bitch. I kind a realized that I really really wanted to do this thing. I would not be so upset it wasn’t for the fact that I really wanted to complete this journey, this mission, this goal that I set for myself.
I have been down this road before. In 2007 I broke my foot and it really spiraled my weight gain into a new level. One that as of today I’ve been still trying to dig myself out of.
So I came home from the shore this morning. I have an orthopedic surgeon appointment in the morning. Hopefully he can give me a better estimate of what I have to do to make this heal better and quicker and get back to my daily routine. I know for now most I’ll most likely not be working out till middle of September if not the end of September. So I will really have to do the 70% of weight loss happens in the kitchen and stick to it.
I’m starting this blog a day early, so I can get things down when I think of them. I’m using a headset and speaking into it and my Macintosh computer is deciphering it for me. After I get back from the doctors office I’ll finish this blog out with what’s going on and give everybody a good insight on where my next few days will be going.
I just want you to know that I am not giving up. I will need some help. I will need some encouragement. But I will not give up. I went to the mall today and walked out 3 1/2 miles. So I am not giving up. I will work harder, I will do better, I have been doing my best. I will miss my gym family very much. I’ll be back soon I promise.
Its 9:31 and I’ve already been to the ortho specialist. I do have a fracture. It does suck but it will heal on its on and it heals by using it apparently. I can’t go to the gym. Right now I can only lift about a bottle of water. But where I was thinking it was going to be at least a 6 week derailment, I already have a follow up appointment on the 22nd of this month so see how it’s doing. He’s thinking 4 weeks, but we are going to check on it in 2 weeks to see how it’s healing. The type of fracture that I have is better healed with using it so my arms doesn’t heal bent in any way. Still sucks but it’s time to just push through this.
The scale wasn’t my friend this morning with a weight gain. Hopefully it’s just inflamation. I was at 339.1 – 72 pounds lost. What I wouldn’t do to get the hell out of the 330’s at this point.
I’ll probably update everyone on Friday again. Thank you for all the well wishes.