Finally figured out my next chapter.

So, the story begins three months ago when I broke my foot. Wah wah, life sucks. I know. It wasn’t the end of the world, and a lot of people are a lot worse off. But i did, I broke my foot just by tripping, and I was so upset because I had finally reached my goal of running a 5km all the way through without breaks (with my amazing sister). I had been given brand new running shoes to encourage me in my love of running (which I still haven’t worn) and in my head I thought,  “I am finally getting my life together!” Then everything stopped and I wasn’t allowed to do anything! ANYTHING! Couldn’t even get up to make my own cup of tea. It was super depressing. The first ER doctor first told me “Just a couple of weeks”. That’s doable i thought. He was extremely gorgeous, but extremely wrong. Every appointment after that with the foot specialist let me know that my silly fall had put me in a cast for the long hall. Nope, I wasn’t allowed to ask about running, working out or anything. Rest up he said, and increase your calorie intake. Increase my calorie intake?! Are you serious? I am already sitting on my butt almost a whole day and my favourite jeans don’t fit, so are you serious? He was serious. Sit on my butt if I want it to heal.
Two months go by and it’s Christmas. I don’t like admitting this about myself, but i was not the person that got hurt and was still all smiles and positive (i have always wanted to be one of those people). I was moody, depressed, self-conscience, did i say depressed? I had gone from being extremely independent to being the most dependent person in the world. Need food in my apartment? Well somebody better be able to drive me and shop and bring it home? Need to get to work? Sombody needs to drive me. Need to…you get it? It was mind blowing how much I had taken it all for granted. My boyfriend tried to make me feel loved and beautiful, but it just wasn’t happening. Something had to change. I had to stop having “pity burgers and fries” and “might as well have cake” snacks. I wanted to fit in my jeans and look glamorous, or at least know that under my shirt my jeans were actually done up and not held together by a hair tie to donate some extra stretch. So that’s how i got here. To this blog. As of January 1st i decided im going to spend some time on me. I asked my doctor about Pilates and he said go for it, but be careful. Pilates is all about the core and not so much about putting pressure on the feet. So this is my journey. I am going to log my successes and my failures and anything else I find along the way. I know there are a million blogs about this out there, but this is my story and maybe you can relate!