Yup. Â That about says it all. Â Oh lord and this picture makes me laugh so hard because I know this is what I will look like when this damn boot comes off my foot. Â What? Â What was that you said? Â Oh yeah….ortho doc said I might not be able to run. Â Thanks for reminding me. Â I am certain that I can commence the running again after starting some physical therapy. Â Meanwhile, I shall continue to think I look like the first image even though we know I look like the second. Â This no exercising thing is really pissing me off. Â I can feel my stoob getting bigger by the minute I swear it. Â Might have to break down and hit the Y for some upper body work at least. Â Although the couch has taken control of me…that and pintrest. Â Holy cow what is it with that damn site? Â I can spend hours on there …hours I tell you. Â It’s worse than that other time suck facebook. Â Sigh. Â Such are the things that keep me entertained since I can’t work out.
Christmas shopping has been interesting with this thing on. Â Today I actually got yelled at by some guy because I was walking too slow in the parking lot. Â Hello! Â Broken foot. WTF is wrong with people? Â Don’t they know you are supposed to be kind and not a rude asshole? Â Â So I waited till he got out of his big ass truck and yelled at him. Â Might not have been the best choice but I was hungry and that can make me slightly irritable. Â Ok…it can make me down right pissy. Â Pretty sure I scared the crap out of him. Â Nothing like a hungry fat girl following you in the parking lot yelling at you. Â That would scare me. Â I am sure I would run but then again I would never have honked my horn and yelled “Hurry the *expletive* up” out my window to someone in a walking boot trying to make it across a slippery ice filled parking lot without falling on her flass and breaking something else. Â Don’t make me hunt you down and kick you with my foot encased in plastic. Â Ugh. Â Stupid rude people. Â Eff you and your big truck that might have come in contact with my key….I will never confess. Â Let’s just say, don’t mess with me when I am hungry. Â Hunger and a fat girl = one pissed off hungry fat girl.
Oh yeah.  I didn’t die today.  I might have run my key down the side of some asshole’s truck but I didn’t die.  I am hungry fat girl pissed off  not running.  The experiment continues…..
That’s the running one I was texting you about! FREAKING LOVE IT!
OMG! I was laughing so hard I almost peed my pants! Pretty sure that is me!