Is broken! Aaaaargh! Was lost in thought this morning and took a step wrong out the back door, twisted foot and after an X-Ray I found out that it is a broken fifth metatarsal. Dang! I need to accept that I have to take a break from zumba, but not get into a pity party of eating. What is the saying? Time to put on my big girl panties and deal.
I think I can make this positive. On crutches there is less temptation to walk to the kitchen and snack! I see the orthopedics tomorrow, hoping to just stay with the removable "boot". Hubby is still healing from the cardio- cath adventure for a week, so I'll get the kids to walk the dog and then use grocery delivery, laundry service, and hire some housecleaning help. Hubby and I just had to laugh how life throws stuff at you!