So, I didn't post last week. I was bummed. I gained three pounds! I didn't lose any this week either. I think if I still haven't lost anything next week, I'll take a few days off from the diet and see what happens. At this rate, however, I'm not going to fit my swimsuits before vacation time gets here, and I'll be the fattest I've ever been on a beach. I'll be a whale on the beach!! I am utterly depressed about this.
So, toe feeling better, I thought I'd try to give myself an edge, and worked out today. 20 minutes alternating elliptical and bike. I had to stop at twenty not because I was too wiped to go on, but because the freaking toe couldn't handle any more. It's taking it's sweet time to heal! Much longer than any other broken bone I've had in the past. My hypotheses are that 1) it wasn't set right and so therefore didn't heal right (very possible as I didn't have it set at all, not having had any other broken toes set before and been fine), or 2) I'm just getting older. (also imminently possible, although I did get carded on a girls' night a little over a week ago, and she didn't believe my licence was real at first either, lol! but looks aside....) I could have gone another ten minutes I think, but couldn't. Frustrating!!
(totally off-topic, but John and I have been watching Star Trek: TNG, and I just watched some interviews with the cast, and I don't think there is anything sexier than Patrick Stewart's accent. That is all.)
The Almighty Liz