So after a months of pain (at least 5 where I ignored it), a month in physical therapy, and two trips to the orthopedic doctor I found out I have a nice stress fracture in my left ankle. It's been once week since I got my fancy boot. I cried today because I'm in pain and because I feel so helpless. I have to limit my walking on it and asking for help is so hard! I have to though otherwise I'm hurting pretty good. I cried because I took my ability to work out in the smallest way for granted. I want to do something! Anything! I want to go play soccer or tennis or football in the park! I cried because I had two months of going to kickboxing consistently and I started playing dek hockey right before I got hurt. Then my activity level went to nonexistent and I gained weight.
I feel overwhelmed. I feel sad. I feel tired. I feel stuck.
3 more weeks at least in the boot. 3 more weeks of minimal activity. 3 more weeks of asking for extra help doing mundane things.
I'm trying to remind myself that this is time limited and it could be so much worse (surgery!). The pain will get better. I will be able to be active once again. I will be able to work towards my goals of a more fit and healthy me (in more ways than one).