DFT to Depressed

Note: The first, pleasant, silly part of this post was written before my doctor’s appointment.  The second, depressed part was written after.

Hot yoga review: I’m kind of up in the air. The instructor was great as far as giving easier and more challenging variations for each pose. The heat was nice and it felt good to work up a sweat for the first time in a few weeks. However, the hip stretching and balance poses were still rough on my injured ankle.  I was also intimidated by how easily the other girls moved in and out of poses. I’d definitely like to try a second class.

Apparently the mango that I bought on sale this weekend was DFT. Jersey Shore anyone?

But really, I’m thinking it means ‘You’re a fool for buying tropical fruit in Pittsburgh.’

No, I’m not a fruit snob. I just can’t pass up a good deal on produce. Usually I stick with apples, bananas, pears, and oranges, but I started buying mangos last summer.  I was baffled as to how to slice them once I heard that they have a huge pit all the way down the middle.  GreenLiteBites to the rescue!  Roni has a great video explaining the process.

Yeah, not quite a tropical climate. It’s more like March than May around here.

Nonetheless, my breakfast cookie was a combination of flavors from far better and warmer places. I mixed the following together to sit in the fridge overnight:

1/3 cup old-fashioned oats
1 teaspoon melted coconut oil
1/3 mashed banana
1/2 scoop protein powder
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon coconut flakes
1 tablespoon soy milk

Why is it that the most delicious fruits require the most work? Pineapples, mangos, kiwis…

Can you even see the cookie under there?

Tropical breakfast cookie sundae anyone?

Approximate nutrition: 315 calories, 6g fat, 36 g carbs, 21 g protein

I enjoyed this treat before heading to my orthopedic appointment this morning.  I was 5 minutes late and the receptionist let 3 people (with later appointments) go in ahead of me.  Seriously?

I finally saw a PA at 9:30 (my appointment was for 8:45).  He pressed on different parts of my foot, ankle, and shin, and decided that I had inflamed the peroneal tendons.  The physician came in next and thought since I had equal pain in the ankle bone itself, it may be a fracture or a completely torn tendon. 

He gave me the option of having an MRI done but said that either way I’d be in a boot up to my knee.  It looks like this (but black, and my legs aren’t hairy!):

He said I should wear it all day, every day.  For the next 4-6 weeks.  I burst into tears.

I haven’t worked out since I hurt my ankle running on April 9th.  The thought of not doing anything for another month and a half makes me seriously depressed. 

I walk to my office from the bus stop and back.  That’s about 3/4 of a mile.  That takes me 10 minutes now (in pain).  It would take 25 in this boot. 

I told the nurse who came to fit me with it that I won’t wear it.

I took it home with me.  I’m scared to see how much it will cost me out-of-pocket once my insurance company rejects it since I only have the cheapest possible plan.  I will wear it at home, but I’m not wearing it to work.  I just can’t.  I can’t wear dress pants with it.  I can’t wear normal shoes.

I can’t wear heels, no matter what.  They hurt too much.

I’m getting married in less than 4 months.  I used to work out for an hour a day, 6 days a week.  Now I can’t work out at all.

I bought a size 2 wedding dress.

I’m scared I won’t be able to fit into it.

I bought $175 Stuart Weitzman wedding shoes.  That I can’t even stand in right now.

Do you know how stressful people say planning a wedding can be?  Multiply that times ten.  And think of your favorite (and only) way to relieve stress, and then think about not being able to do it.

At all.

I’ve never been so discouraged.