Moving Forward

...no pun intended (: Doctor said I can start hobbling around with a walker, as long as I still use the stabilizing boot. That's okay by me, I was super sick of being carted around in a wheelchair. I've been doing super good on my eating, too. The main reason was proooobably because we had, like, no food in the house, but still - woot for me!

However, last night was bad. I actually overate to the point where someone had to rub my stomach and I had to take a gas pill to digest everything properly. Now, don't get me wrong here - I know you're probably envisioning Garfield shoveling lasagna into his gaping maw at warp speed, or a Ho-Ho eating princess watching Oprah on Oxygen. Neither is true, it was just more food than I'd eaten over the last week combined, really. More than I was supposed to. Lesson learned, though. I was miserable with gas and vertigo, and slept with a blanket over my head like Michael Jackson was showing me off to the crowds below. Ugh. Done.

I have yet to actually weigh myself since learning I gained a ton of weight, and the day after a carb binge is probably not the best time. Tomorrow? Assuming I can not eat my hands, that sounds great.

Better?

Heading to the doctor tomorrow to see about surgery for this foot o' mine ... sigh. All of the bruising and swelling is gone, and I'm able to stand minimally on it but I'm still in the wheelchair. And because I was depressed after the accident, I gained about 8 pounds .... but since I'd just lost 7, it was a big deal :(

Like I said before, I resorted to SlimFast. Not my fave thing in the world, but I suppose it's doing the trick. I also started taking Xenadrine Results, and - surprisingly enough - I actually like it. It gently curbs my appetite and helps me feel more awake without completely diminishing my appetite or making me jittery. A plus! Huzzah! I'm hoping that while I'm still in the wheelchair and confined to a no-walking regimen that I'll at least be able to stop eating my weight in junk food. Weight loss would be nice, but I'm a realist. Just fitting into my sweatpants on a daily basis would be considered a win at this point.

Tomorrow, ladies and gentleman, my fate shall be determined - will I walk again? Well, I know I will, but ... will I walk soon? Or is surgery imminent for this woman ... tune it tomorrow (same bat time, same bat channel) to find out more!

*poof*