Loping, waddling, anything but actually walking
I knew that with my broken leg I had been hobbling for quite some time. And, when I say that, I mean like seven months. This week however, I was fortunate enough to go sans the walking boot and wear an ugly black brace and tennis shoes. Who would have ever thought that wearing tennis shoes would be excited
But, even still, as I tried fierecily to keep up with my pals, hobbling or not hobbling, I simply didn’t have th stamina that they had. And for that, I blame my weight. I have an opportunity to participate in a formal program as soon as I am cleared by my doctor to do so. It’s quite strenuous in the exercise department but as for my appetite, I’m going to need more assistance and that assistance will most likely come in the form of a diet pill that works.
The facts are, I don’t eat that much. I know that’s what everyone says but the truth is, measure for measure, bite for bite, I eat closer to the amount of food my children eat than I do most adult women or an adult male. So, I”m going to need assistance regardless of how I make this work. But, this weekend proved to me that I have to do something, my stamina or lack there of is ridiculous and watching myself in the mirrors as I struggle to bend over to retrieve dropped items and carry multiple bags or maneuver through crowds.
Most definitely, I am going to require some strenuous structure in my diet as well as my exercise regimen.
