ONE MORE WEEK

I have 7 days left of torture.  Just 7.  I have made it through 5 long weeks of having my leg in a cast.  I can't walk anywhere.  I can't go to the kitchen and heat up a cup of coffee and then bring it back to my computer area.  I can't climb a step stool, bend down to the ground, or carry anything anywhere.  It is an understatement to say that having a broken leg/ankle is frustrating. I cannot wait until I can take my first step again.  I will never take walking for granted again!  I will do my very best for the rest of my life to never complain about having to go exercise.  I can't tell you how many times I wish I could go take a walk this past month and a half.  In thinking back when I had two good legs, I realized I actually COMPLAINED about having to go walk for exercise.  I made excuses up just so I wouldn't have to go take a walk.  Those days are over.  I will be sure to look at my exercise walks with a fresh new perspective. I will be grateful to be able to walk to the kitchen, walk to my pond, walk through the woods, walk through the grocery store, walk to my car.  I haven't been able to drive or go anywhere or do much of anything since I fell over Thanksgiving weekend.  My waist line is painfully aware of how much I have NOT done.  It keeps growing and growing.  Sitting around is not good for maintaining a healthy figure. (Eating ice cream every night evidently doesn't help either!) The second my cast comes off, I will WALK!  I will smile when I walk!  I will walk through the woods, I will walk in the rain, and in the snow, and in the heat and in the cold and I will be thankful for every step. ONE WEEK TO GO!!!!  Dear cup of coffee so patiently waiting for me in the kitchen....I will see you soon!