First off, good news, my ankle isn’t broken! Just a bad sprain. I have been wearing the brace for two days now and it is slowly starting to feel better. When I take the brace off I can feel my ankle start to wobble, so I am not going to take my chances.
More good news. It was about 85 degrees here today, to celebrate the (temporary) arrival of warm temps, I had to wear capris. Most of my clothes are too big for me now, but I have a couple items that are too small I put on from time to time to measure my progress. One of the items of clothing is a pair of khaki colored capri pants. I put them on today, and they fit! No Denim Dance required.
After I move home and find a job, a trip to the mall is definitely going to be in order. Thank god my mom is a great seamstress, I am hoping she will be able to take in some of the clothes that are too big.
I’ll try to remember to take a picture and post it by the end of the week!
Tomorrow it is back to the gym to spend some quality time with the recumbent bike until my ankle is better and can hit the treadmill again!
My foot has been KILLING me since my less than graceful dismount (aka fall down the stairs) Saturday night.
I sucked it up and went to the doctor, who sent me for x-rays. I am still waiting to hear back about whether is it broken or just a sprain. She said at minimum it was a severe sprain.
As much as I have been concerned that this injury is going to really slow down my packing for the big move this week, it helps to know that my mom will be here Saturday to help me out. (Thanks mom, you’re the best!)
More concerning is how it is going to effect my weight loss progress. Most of the time in the past, it has been an illness or injury that threw me off and stopped my progress. I don’t want that to happen again.
The doc didn’t mention anything to me about my weight loss. When I asked her how much I would still be able to do, she looked in my chart at my progress. Her response: “Holy crap girl, that’s impressive!” Not gonna lie, that made me feel pretty good!
She said I could work out on the stationary bike and do weights, so that’s what I will do until I start feeling better.
Mom gave some good advice as well: “Let pain be your guide. As a wise man once said… ‘If it hurts when you do that – don’t do it.'”
If only she had given me that advice BEFORE I fell down the stairs…
I see what you did there Color Run… You made a 5K so much fun, people couldn’t possibly know they were exercising. Bravo.
I work up Saturday morning to a chilly, rainy day outside. I checked the website for the st. Louis Color Run and was excited to see it was still on. There had to have been 20,000 people there to for the race. Despite the huge number of people, it was remarkably well organized (I had to wait in line for about 10 seconds to register and pick up my number ans shirt). I was impressed.
If you’re not familiar with the way the Color Run (a.k.a. the Happiest 5K on the planet) this is how it works. You are given a packet of color (dyed cornstarch) at the beginning of the race to hold on to until you get to the end. You start out wearing as much white as you can. Costumes and tutus are encouraged. As you make your way through the course you come to four color zones where — for about 50 feet — volunteers douse you with colored powder. Yesterday’s colors were blue, yellow, orange and pink. Along the way you can stop, take pictures with signs, play in the color, etc. There is NO rush to finish. There were people in wheelchairs, strollers, even one girl on crutches (someone was following her with a wagon for when she got tired).
When you get to the end, there is a color party where all the runners get together and throw their packets of color up in the air. If you weren’t colorific before, you will be after this. The color throws go off about once every 10 minutes so everyone has the chance to participate, regardless of how slow or fast you are.
The race was really fun and went by very quickly. I wasn’t tired at all by the end and the rain really didn’t bother us. The rain combined with the color to make everything extra vibrant. I don’t think my white shirt and headband will ever be the same, I am going to try to wash the tutu so I can wear it again, and I have no idea what I am going to do with the shoes! I shouldn’t have stomped in all those puddles!
If you have never done one of these runs before, I really encourage you to try it. I plan on doing another one with my mom and sister in September in Albany, N.Y.
It was a great way to celebrate my 50 pound weight loss (51.1 pounds now).
After I got back from the run yesterday, I had one of my many less than graceful moments and fell down my stairs. In the process, I rolled my ankle, big time. The popping sounds my ankle made almost made me sick. I went to the doctor today and she is sending me for x-rays tomorrow. I hope it gets better soon, because I really don’t want my ankle to hold up my weight loss progress. Hopefully the doctor will at least give me the OK to ride the bike and do weights. Oh well, this too shall pass.
Here are some more pictures from the run Saturday.
Last Friday I took a personal day and spent a fun-filled day in St. Louis with a friend.
Our first stop was the City Museum — basically a HUGE warehouse that has been turned into a giant playground/skate park/aquarium for kids of all ages. On the outside of the building there is a web of climbing tubes and tunnels, slides and a giant ball pit. The inside features even more slides, an arts and crafts area, a skate park to run on, an aquarium tunnels to climb through (I’ll get to those later) and stairs. Lots and lots of stairs.
Like any other kid at heart, I’m a big fan of slides. The City Museum has a 10-story spiral slide I knew I just had to take a ride on. It never dawned on me that — in order to slide DOWN a 10 story slide, first you have to get to the top. I realized it was going to take climbing 10 flights of stairs to get to the top of the slide. In the past I would have just said “forget it, go without me.” Not anymore, up we went.
It was a lot easier than I expected (and than it ever would have been in the past). I stopped once to take a picture (and take a 30 second breather) but other than that we made it to the top no problem. The slide was something else, but I was definitely super dizzy by the time I FINALLY reached the bottom.
The tunnels were something else, You just start walking through and the openings keep getting smaller, and smaller, and smaller until it is difficult to even crawl through. I got really nervous a couple times because I kept having visions of getting stuck in one of the openings and having to call the fire department to get me out. THAT is the kind of thing that would happen to me. Before you laugh and think I am exaggerating, the friend I was with is probably all of a size four and she told me that she got seriously stuck in one of the openings during her last trip there.
If a twig couldn’t make it through, I could have been in serious trouble. I stayed as far away from the smaller caves as I could.
After a couple hours at the museum, we went to Crown Candy for Lunch. The teeny tiny diner is home of one of the best sandwiches in America (according to the Travel Channel). Their signature BLT has about a half pound of delicious bacon sandwiched between two slices of bread with lettuce and tomato. If you’re going to get the signature sandwich, they also recommend one of their world-famous milkshakes (which have been featured on the food channel).
My friend got both the BLT and the milkshake. After searching their menu, I determined there was NOTHING on it that was on my diet. Literally nothing. I tried to pick the healthiest option which ended up being a grilled cheese sandwich and a Diet Coke. My lunch was OK, not anything to write home about, but it got rid of my hunger. My friend’s lunch looked a lot better than mine. I had a sip of her shake and one piece of bacon — I worked off those calories and more on the stairs. I am glad I didn’t get the BLT, as good as it was, my friend (who is a very healthy eater) said she felt like crap later, even though she got rid of half the bacon. I felt fine. 🙂
Next up was the tour of the Budweiser brewery. We opted out of taking the entire tour and only went to see the Clydesdales and the Dalmatians — and of course the tasting room. I wanted to take a dog and horse home with me, but we couldn’t figure out how to get them past security.
Last, we went to the top of the St. Louis Arch. I have always wanted to go to the top, but never had the patience to stand in line. Friday there was no line, yay! You have to get in these tiny little pods to get to the top. Imagine trying to fit five people in a space only slightly bigger than a phone booth, but only 4 feet high, and that’s what it was like. It was a nice view from the top and definitely worth the trip. I would like to go up there when the sun was setting.
All around it was a great day. I can honestly say I did more and had more fun than I would have 50 pounds ago. It’s the small changes I have been noticing that have kept me going. I’m having fun doing all of the things I have wanted to do since I moved to Missouri, only about two weeks left!
When I first started this healthy lifestyle I told people that if they saw my blog posts get less frequent (or stop all together) that I had probably fallen off the wagon and they needed to come drag me out of the nearest McDonalds — ASAP.
I haven’t posted in a couple days and I got texts from two people asking me if I needed a McIntervention (thanks guys). I am happy to report that I am still doing well, I have just been INSANELY busy.
Between working like crazy, hitting the gym and packing to move halfway across the country in two weeks, I have been too busy to blog much. At least I am not slacking off (too much) at the gym.
Counting down till the Color Run Saturday. I’m pretty excited! The more positive stories I read from other bloggers and friends, the more excited I get.
I’ll admit, I am a little disappointed in myself that I am not to the point I wanted to be with my fitness. I wanted to be able to run the whole 5K by Saturday, but several weeks ago, I realize that wasn’t going to be even close to happening. I redid my goal to be to run the first mile of the Color Run. Unfortunately, that isn’t going to happen either.
I am trying not to get too down on myself. Even though I am not improving as fast as I would like, I am still improving. Look for the positive in life!