Can you say cankle?

OK, so I have never claimed to be the brightest Crayon in the box. I am so the muted grey in the box of neon's. This story will seal the deal for any doubters!



I'm back at the gym...Go me ~ Go Me. On a schedule, feeling good, clothes are looking better on, eating that spoonful of peanut butter and honey in the pantry isn't causing the same level of guilt it once was, then this happened.


Yes, that is my ankle. Looks nothing like an ankle does it? It may not have been so bad if I hadn't continued working out on it for another hour and thirty minutes! I so need a better story than what really happened but here it is the truth and nothing but the truth.



I'm 10-15 minutes into Body Step, I'm very aggravated because Shannon's not teaching, I so blame her for this! Anyway, skinny little be-otch with the blond piggy-tails sticking out the sides of her dew-rag changes a step way too late, I was so committed to zigging when she called out a last minute zag. I, not really feeling it because honestly I'm not a fan of Blondie, kinda step off the back of the riser to figure out what the flying fun she wants from me. When I do my ankle touches the floor after my foot was already firmly planted. OUCH! Oh it's not that bad I say, I get a drink of water and "walk it off" before returning to my bench to finish the hour long class. I'm in the front row, being perpetually late comes with a price, and I'll be gosh-darned if I'm going to admit defeat for all to see. In fact I'll show them all, I'll stay for the hour Body Pump next. Honestly, I really didn't think it was that bad, sure it hurt but I've given birth, twice, a little ankle pain isn't going to come between me and my soon to be rock hard bikini body! Well 45 minutes into Pump I waived the white flag and walked, not limped, out of class. By the time I got to the car I thought I was going to die, the pain had completely taken over and the urge to cry and vomit was all consuming.




After a relaxing day poolside, eating the lunch Natalie brought and basking in the glory of the Vicodin my "source" brought I thought all was well. WRONG! A trip to the Urgent care confirmed a severe sprain and home I shuffled crutches in tow. My PC has concurred, just a sprain no ligament damage, Praise God! But five days later I still have this...
Needless to say I won't be back in the swing of things at the gym any time soon. Two weeks of NOTHING, Four before I can even go back on the aerobics floor. Working out is sooooo over rated. I think I'll set my goals at becoming a plus sized bikini model! Bring on the Peanut butter and honey!