Still Here

I'm still here.  I do feel like I might be starving to death but have not succumbed yet.  I'm here.  I did not abandon you, my four faithful readers.  But I am hungry. And grumpy.  I've barely been able to muster up the energy to take care of the people that rely on me daily much less the energy to write.  But I've missed you.  I've missed writing about the daily doses of beatings I endure from All-business Brenda. 

This little competition is almost over and I would be lying if I said I wasn't conflicted.  I'm conflicted for several reasons.  1.)I'm hungry, grumpy and tired. 2.)I'm still jiggly.  3.)I'm scared about what is going to happen when I'm not going balls to the wall with insane workouts and no accountability.  I need accountability in my life.  I am the middle child, after all.  It's in my DNA. 

But it has been a rough couple of weeks for me.  I broke my foot.  Yes, you read correctly.  Just three small stress fractures in my left foot.   Which is actually the foot to break if you're going to have to be in a boot for at least 3 weeks because at least you can still drive.  I speak from experience, people. 

But I have a theory about why I always get injured.  Are you ready for my theory?  You see, I have self- diagnosed myself with Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis.  Which is a rare disease where you don't feel pain.  (Not really, but just go with me on this.)  I believe I have a smidgen of this disease which is why I get hurt so often.  My body doesn't give me any signals that I might be headed for an injury so I just keep going and going until BAM - I've broken a foot or torn an Achilles tendon.   It's the only logical explanation I can come up with...so it's either Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis or just plain stubbornness.  But I'm sticking with CIPA.  My family might disagree but who cares what they think.  Not me.  I sure don't.  Not one bit.   Just kidding.

Still fighting the fat...broken foot and all.