OMG. I'm out. No FFF for me. No getting in shape. No feeling strong and healthy. No full speed ahead, happy girl with goals and dreams and a FitBit ready for action.
Seriously, I'm out and I'm so so sad.
Monday morning I clocked 32,045 steps since Friday.
Monday morning I chatted with Eric before he went off to meet with his client.
Monday morning I emailed fellow bloggers about the weekend and progress and the plan for the week.
Monday morning I went to the office to avoid my boss and battle my way through the day. I truly stay as far away from that man as possible. I think, "If I don't have to see him, I'll have a better day."
Be careful what you wish for.
Everything has changed.
I don't have to see my boss for a month.
I don't have to go to work for a month.
I don't have to exercise at the gym.
I don't have to walk or track any steps.
I don't have to and I can't.
As a matter of fact, I can't do anything but sit on my butt and cry and try not to get horribly depressed and eat my way through my miserable plight.
I need Eric here now but I don't think he can come home early. I'm hurt and upset and having a hard time not resenting the fact that he's not here to take care of me. I can't drive for two weeks so I can't go stay with my kid, who can't come here because of school.
Grrrr! Darn it! FUCK!!! This is a nightmare.
I haven't told you what happened.
Like, I fell BIG time.
I fell and shattered my knee. It was so bad, I had surgery Monday afternoon and am stuck in bed for two to three weeks attached to a circulating ice machine.
"Follow doctor's orders, Amy Lynn," Eric said and had my favorite plant and a sweet card sent immediately. "I'll be home as soon as I can."
I still can't believe this happened.
Just as I was getting on track - goals and a plan. Internal drive and motivation. External cheering squad. Sometimes life is just not fair.
My friends and neighbors are being extremely helpful but I'm popping pain pills, supposed to stay put, and have with a head full of wishes that I can't do a damn thing about.
I wish this hadn't happened.
I wish Eric was home.
I wish I could exercise, walk, and participate in FFF.
Nothing is right.
Looks like I'm out.
Amy in Cry(sis)