Reinventing Joy

I have now allowed my immobilty to thrust me into such an abyss of emotional eating that I am back at the weight I was when I first moved to SC. And to make matters worse, I am retaining water, have a date with Harvey on Saturday and just know he is going to wonder why I am wearing an Ugly Betty Guatamala poncho to dinner. I hate feeling so bloated and defeated! This darn sprain is not bouncing back as quickly as my left ankle did. I worry that I won't be in Play condition for opening night. My worry turns to grazing and self loathing. I got a clue mid week and decided to get back to basics even though I can't move around as much. I am logging my points, drinking at least 48oz or more of water and staying off my ankle as much as possible. I am tempted to do some quickie slim fasty thing but I think the starvation will only result in binging and feeling more sorry about myself. No way! I will resist and log and rest. I hope to hear that I am released from the boot! More to c

It's been quite some time since my last blog. I am back to my starting weight.  I'm retaining water like the Hoover Dam because of medication.  Medication??!  Yeah...so...that new musical -Xanadu that I was cast in...I injured myself at dance rehearsal.  I landed my last move, the right ankle rolled in then out and then popped.  I thought it was a simple sprain Ala the January Icy Sidewalk incident.  NOPE!  According to the Orthopedic Doctor that I saw this past Friday, it's a bad sprain.  So bad- that he gave me "THE BOOT".  I have to wear this black, heavy cast like behemoth of a boot so that my ankle is stable and heals.  I had to beg the doctor to keep me in the play that opens 3 weeks from now.  My director is FREAKING out and so am I.  I am more concerned that I had been de-skated earlier that week because of my injury.  Not that I'm hurt and should be off the ankle to prevent future damage, mind you...but because I can't be in the final roller disco