I was planning on writing part 2 of my story today, but I will do that tomorrow. Right now i'm in a funk... brought on by the innocent statement made by my 5 year old last night. He wanted to know when my leg would be well enough to go running. He said he wanted me to run so that he could ride his bike while I ran, which is something I used to do before my surgery. I can't believe he remembered something that I haven't done in over 18 months.
Since I was already feeling blah I decided the smart thing to do would be to find shorts to wear after my surgery. Yeah, not what I needed today. I'm up to a size XXL. I have never been this big before, even after my pregnancies. And even with the pregnancies at least I had a "prize" at the end. I'm really, really dreading my upcoming jeans shopping trip. I have to do it, I only have summer clothes and it's getting cooler here. I've been holding off because I was increasing my activity after getting cleared to go off of crutches and had managed to lose some weight. Now that i'm back on a cane, or crutch when I'm doing a lot of walking, my weightloss has stalled.
At this point i'm counting down until my next surgery. I am tired. I am ready to be somewhat "normal" and do normal mom things with her kids.
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