It was a gorgeous summer day in August, 2003. It was my high school graduation party at my house and all my family, friends and neighbors came out. Even my super hot neighbor, who was probably mid-twenties. My dad invited him. So, I can't remember the reason, but I was running from the back of the yard up to my house, when I tripped on this plastic thing sticking out of the ground. It was something for the sewer system, if I'm not mistaken. It stood up about 7 inches from the ground. I did this totally ungraceful trying-to-get-my-balance-back thing right in front of Hot Neighbor. Ugh, lame. A few days later, it was still extremely sore and swollen, right where my toes stop and the rest of my foot begins, so I made a doctor's appointment. He referred me to a podiatrist.
A few days after that (and me on crutches), my mom and I were getting ready to leave the house for the doctor. The power went out. We left, and saw the power was out all over. The doctor's office had closed. That was the big Black-Out of 2003.
Anyway, back to the foot story. I finally get into the podiatrist a few days later. It was the most out-dated, wood-paneled office I'd ever seen. X-rays showed no break. He thought maybe I'd broken it and there was a bone fragment floating around. He decides it's a good idea to give me a cortisone shot. Yikes bikes, I about went through the roof. After that, I was fine.
For the next few years, I'd continue to be fine overall. I had occasional pain after wearing heels, but nothing too major, until about a year and a half ago. My foot would randomly swell. It looked like a blown-up surgical glove. I saw a different podiatrist who ordered an MRI. He knew immediately it was a Freiberg's infraction. In medical terms, it's a collapse of the metatarsal head. He wanted to do the course of cortisone shots, which I went along with for a few sessions. They hurt tremendously and after one extremely painful one, I had a full-blown panic attack. After that, I was done. I wanted surgery to fix this. It was never going to go away. The doctor told me that he's only done about ten of these procedures because "most people just deal with it". No thanks, bro.
*This was my foot when it would get swollen. So gross.*
My dad referred me to the wonderful Dr. Tad Sprunger. He knew immediately what this was and scheduled me for surgery for a joint replacement on my third toe. I had surgery on 8/30/12, spent 5 days out of work over Labor Day weekend, and bada bing.
*Got my own handicapped sticker!
*At home after surgery
*two days after surgery
*First check up 4 days post-op
*All wrapped up again!
*Second check up
*Stitch removal
*Currently. 1/18/13 I need a pedicure hard.
New toe joint. I did some physical therapy, which I quit after about 5 sessions, because a) it was expensive, and b) it was a total fucking joke. I do my own exercises at home and it's getting better every day.
So much other stuff has happened, but I don't want to write a novel here.
During this whole foot ordeal, I should have kept my eating in check. I didn't, however, I still haven't touched fast food or pop. Or smoking.
Quit smoking: 5/12/11
Quit fast food and pop: 10/27/11
As of 1/14/13, I weighed 320.8. I gained the weight I lost back, and then some. But now that my foot is fixed, I'm determined to lose again! I've been cleared to go back to the gym and have gone three times. I've kept my eating in check for a week now (still tracking every calorie on livestrong.com, of course). Ryan and I are going to the gym tomorrow morning. He's really pumped this time, because he wants to get in shape, too. It's so great having him helping me. Before, it was him trying to help, but not getting it. Now he gets it.
On Monday, Ryan and I started a 10 lbs in 4 weeks challenge. I'm determined to beat him, however, I hope we both succeed. I only weigh myself on Monday mornings, so I don't know if I've lost any yet. It's only been 4 days, but I hope I'm down something.
Another goal we have is to run The Color Run in May. It's a fun-run 5k. Lots of people participate that aren't runners. But I hope to run at least half of it, if not, all. Really excited. Plus Ryan will be there with me, along with my bestie and some other friends. Really good motivation.
Until tomorrow...
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