Of Ankles and Frogs.
The many moods of PollyFrog. I finished her today with the coconut buttons for her eyes. The material is from a skirt I picked up at Savers for $3. Whoot whoot cheap fabric! She came out super well, her limbs are nice and dangly and her body is very firm and snuggle-able. I put a bag of plastic pellets in her butt to allow her to sit which she does pretty well, though sometimes you have to thwack her into place. She’s really rather dee-vine darlinks.
The other thing I did today was crack my ankle – again. As a teen I had very weak ankles which would give up on me when walking down steps or slops, leaving me to fall in a heap at least once every couple of weeks. Seems like this is happening again, as two mornings this week I’ve cracked it getting out of bed. Today it actually made a noise when it did it, so that’s new. I know it’s directly related to my weight. The other day when it happened I was mostly alright, except for when I’d been sitting. Then it would give way as I stood up and send pain up my leg. This morning and until lunch time the whole lower leg throbbed. It’s better now I have it braced. I’m waiting for the other one to go now, which it will as it’s been aching for a while. Oh the fun of a collapsing skeleton!
It always starts in the left side, which the physio pointed out is again about an inch lower than my right. Which is a sign I really do need to pull my finger out and get some weight off as I was aligned quite nicely for a while.
Does this mean we gave to workout together?
No, but we can certainly go mock people at the gym!
I know I’m going to sound like just another gym go-er (which, I actually am not and haven’t been for… 9 months or so) but the gym, and working out in general, can make you feel so much better. Actually, scratch that. Exercising makes you feel better. In my experience, it controlled my appetite, woke me up so I wasn’t falling asleep in class all the time, and just gave me more energy.
I can completely understand if you think the gym is boring. But I’m sure there’s something active that would be interesting for you. DDR? Dance classes? Yoga? Even just walking. Enjoyable with some good tunes. Oh, and tons of water drinking. That’s really the key to weight loss, I’ve been told.
(PS- I have no idea how to change my name from “Stranger.” I can’t seem to find the clicky button link thing.)
Oh sure yeah, I know excersize will make me feel better. Been there, felt good. It’s just hard to motivate to go for a walk when your ankles are weak, because you know it’s going to end in falling over.
I don’t know that the gym is boring, I do know that the idea of working out in public is a horror that should be reserved for the 7th layer of hell.
The “stranger” thing is just a term in the template, don’t worry about it.