I miss working out. Now that I have this stupid boot on my foot, I am basically unable to do any real physical activity. I have never been someone who was truly passionate about exercise, but I have always been fairly active. If I wasn't running or hitting the gym regularly, at least I was walking, pushing a stroller and breaking a sweat on a daily basis. Now, under doctor's orders I'm a couch potato. And I hate it.
I work from home three days a week, while our nanny uses our car to take the boys out and about. On those days I am trapped at home.. I feel lonely and irritable. I simply cannot wait to go for a run, a walk, or even ride the stupid stationary bike. The doctor says I will be in this boot for six weeks and then....we shall see. Who knows, after six weeks, if the problem with my ankle isn't corrected I could be sitting on my ass for another six weeks. My metabolism is not that great folks, and I don't feel like giving up food all together. Plus, it is down right boring.
My mood is definitely suffering. I'm not sure what the solution is. I suppose suck it up and try to change my attitude. But it's hard.
Who wants an update on my hair? Raise your hand if you do. Ah, wait I can't see you and really I don't care, I'm going to give the update anyways. Surprise. It's getting longer. I have resisted the urge to cut it long enough now that I feel invested. I will continue to grow it, painful as it may be. I have moved on from hats to headbands. They don't quiet fit the way they were intended, but I think the look is sort of cute. Opinions please. (But really only if you are showering me with compliments, because I don't want to know otherwise.)