Today, I failed. I ate a delicious hamburger, had some fries and drank half a soda and it was glorious.
But I do not care.
Want to know why?
I spent 3+ hours in the ER wondering if my ankle was broken or not after a barn accident today and was stressed out of my mind from worrying.
Worrying about it being broken and having to miss work (and consequentially, $$), worrying about being fired because I KNEW I would have to call off for a few days (place of employment is weird like that) worrying about not being able to ride or show this season, worrying about having to crutch around campus AGAIN, worrying about medical bills, worrying about gaining more weight, etc etc.
After 3+ hours of excruciating pain and endless fretting and xrays and CATscans only to find out it is a bad sprain and contusion (fancy word for deep bruising) I...was....exhausted, hungry and grumpy...
And all I wanted was a cheeseburger from wendy's and those amazing new fries of theirs.
So I ate it with no guilt, and some sweet tea and percocet later, I feel much better.
Back to the zone diet tomorrow and a week of doing nothing on the couch.
TTFN, Yankee's mom
To get more juicy details about what happened, go to my horse blog (www.tbeventer.blogspot.com) tomorrow!