Wednesday, January 27, 2010


Frankenfoot was officially released from Dr. G's care last week. No restrictions on activity or shoes. I still don't have all the feeling back on the top of my foot, and I still can't bend my littlest three toes correctly, but for the most part it's all good. I am now using Mederma to try to fade the scar a little. If it doesn't fade, I'm not too concerned about it. It's on my foot, afterall, not my forehead.

So I can wear any shoes I want now. That's not to say that I do. I am wearing flats a lot more (which I'm told is better for the plantar fasciitis issue). Heels still tend to make my foot swell somewhat, although some of them are more comfortable to wear. I'm not sure what the excuse it today, though. I am wearing loafers, but as you can see in the picture, my foot is looking rather sausage-esque today. Can't wait to see what it looks like after I have worn strappy shoes for several hours on Saturday night for a party! It might not be pretty.

Synopsis: I have no pain (unless someone steps on, kicks, or otherwise traumatizes the top of my foot). I am walking/running on the treadmill again. I want to try Zumba again soon. The nerve tingling may or may not go away. The ability to curl my toes all the way may or may not come all the way back. The cyst itself may or may not come back. The half of the scar that's closer to my ankle is fading faster than the half that's closer to my toes. And the swelling may take another six months to completely go away.

Anyway, unless something weird happens, this will likely be my last post about dear old Frankenfoot. Goodbye Frankenfoot!


Another disappointing week.

The negatives: I didn't lose any weight; I didn't track; my pants are still bordering on obscenely tight.

The positives: I didn't gain any weight; I got on the treadmill the last two nights; I've been doing situps.

Change from last weigh in (1/20/09): 0
Change since starting WW (6/08/06): -14.8
Pounds to new, doctor-approved goal: 17.2

Sunday, January 24, 2010



J-Mav used this "word" in a sentence this morning. "That's very sneakative, Mama." I think that's the best made-up word I've ever heard. :)

Wednesday, January 20, 2010


I didn't want to go. I knew I'd gained instead of lost. But I went. And now I'm sitting here eating peanut M&Ms. Gee, I wonder why I'm failing? My will power needs a reality check. Maybe I'll send my motivation right along with it. I did run/power walk on the treadmill last night... there's one positive in an otherwise depressing week of Weight Watchers.

Change from last weigh in (1/06/09): +0.4
Change since starting WW (6/08/06): -14.8
Pounds to new, doctor-approved goal: 17.2

Sunday, January 10, 2010


Last night, from J-Mav, at the start of the second half of the Eagles/Cowboys game when I made a comment that I thought the Eagles were done for the season...

J-Mav: Mama?
Me: Yes?
J-Mav: I like the Eagles. [pause] I just like the Cowboys a whole lot more.

Gah! For a brief moment, I thought the cheering sections were evening up in this household. But alas, I am still but a rose between three blue, silver, and starry thorns...

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Big. Fat. Liar.

Well... more like Tall. Skinny. Liar. But that doesn't quite have the same ring to it now, does it?

Yesterday after Hubby and I got home from work, we were standing in the kitchen trying to figure out whether we were going to have pasta for dinner, or use one of the restaurant gift cards that my parents gave us for Christmas [because I had forgotten to get the ham out of the freezer yesterday morning]. This decision, at the time, was hinging on whether Keeper Boy had gotten his homework done. If he hadn't, we were going out. If he had, we were eating spaghetti. I know... seems backward, right? Well, there was a rebroadcast of the USA/Canada World Junior championship game on at 6pm and we'd promised Keeper Boy he could watch it if he finished his homework -- in which case, we'd have to eat at home.

So. While we were going through the homework list to figure out if it was done, one of us went over to throw something away in the trashcan, which was absurdly full I might add. Ick. I wasn't really paying attention, but a few seconds later my brain clicked that I had seen an empty ice cream cup in there. It wasn't there when I left for work yesterday morning and no one had been home up to that point other than Keeper Boy.

Me to Keeper Boy: Why is there an empty ice cream container in the trash?
Keeper Boy [in a why-are-you-asking-me kind of voice]: I don't know.
Me: Really? You didn't have ice cream after school?
Keeper Boy: NO!
Me: Keeper Boy. Are you lying?
Keeper Boy: No!
Me: Seriously? You're going to sit here and tell me, when no one else has been here all day except you, that you did not have ice cream.
Keeper Boy: Yes.

After that I just stared at him and then he admitted that not only had he had ice cream, but he'd had CheezIts, too. No wonder he didn't care what we did for dinner!

We gave him the whole the lying about it is worse than the actual deed speech and sent him to his room. Seriously, it wouldn't have been that huge of a deal had he not lied about it. We would've told him it wasn't a good choice for an after school snack and not to do it again. Done.

Going out was somewhat out of the question at that point, even though Keeper Boy watching the hockey game (which was the major thing preventing us from going out in the first place) was so off the table.

Once the pasta was ready and on the table, we told him he could come eat. At that point, it was about 6:30. He looked at the clock and saw what time it was and actually said, "Why aren't we eating downstairs? The game is on."


Yeah, he really thought he was still going to be able to watch the game after blatently lying to us. (This is the third sneaky thing that we've caught him at in the past two weeks BTW... not an isolated incident.)

So once he realizes no game, he starts crying and goes back to his room.

GAH! He's not even 12 yet... I just can't WAIT for the teenage years!!!

Wednesday, January 6, 2010


Well, I went to the Noon Weight Watchers meeting today.

Hello, my name is ... and I'm a slacker with a litany of excuses as to why I haven't been here since mid-September...

I got a new book and some trackers, and I actually stayed for the meeting. I think the Noon meeting will work better for me than the 9:45am since I don't get to work until 9:05 or 9:10 Monday through Wednesday (my days to get the kids to school in the morning). I've blocked out the Noon meeting timeframe on my calendar for the rest of the year. I hope to God I can reach my goal weight before then. I'm tired of paying these people!!

Change from last weigh in (9/16/09): +10.8
Change since starting WW (6/08/06): -15.2
Pounds to new, doctor-approved goal: 16.8

Tuesday, January 5, 2010


Or maybe I should say non-accountability...

I haven't been to a Weight Watchers meeting since I don't know when. Before Halloween at best. More likely it was sometime in September. Most Wednesdays (at least up until when I had my surgery) I had plans to go, and every time, something prevented me from going. Yes, some weeks the reason was paper thin, but many weeks it was due to a conflict or unavoidable task at work.

Before last night, I hadn't worked out in months. I hadn't been on the treadmill for at least a month prior to my surgery because it was too uncomfortable. And I haven't been on the treadmill since my surgery because it was too uncomfortable.

But I did get on the treadmill last night for 30 minutes. I didn't walk as fast I usually do, and the foot was a little achey afterward, but I did it. And that's a start. :)

Tomorrow I intend to go to Weight Watchers. Me and all the new years resolutioners. Ugh. I haven't been there in so long, I wouldn't be shocked if I don't recognize anyone or if the leader has changed.

It's an uphill battle always. But moreso now. I got a note from my doctor in December to increase my goal weight by five pounds from what I was aiming for before. At my new goal weight I am happy and comfortable in my clothes. Unfortunately, with the 8-10 pounds I gained since September, even that new goal weight is 20 pounds away.

But I need to do something. The supply of clothes that fit comfortably has dwindled rapidly. And I like my clothes!

So... back to Weight Watchers (which I've been paying for this entire time and not using), and reacquaintance with both my treadmill and my Wii Fit. Those are the goals.

Pounds to goal: 15(according to my scale)


A wrap-up post (now that we've been back for three days). Well, ya know. I didn't want to rush it. :)

It was annoying to go down to the lobby to hook into the free WiFi, and it just didn't happen after that last post on New Year's Eve day. So here's a wrap-up of the rest of our stay in Ottawa. By the way... have I mentioned it was COLD?!?

When I last wrote, we were headed to brunch and thinking we were going to hit a museum in the afternoon. Plans changed. When we were leaving the hotel, we discovered a bunch of Keeper Boy's teammates were headed to a local park for some shinny (pond hockey). So we got the address and decided we'd head over that way when we were done eating. We went back to Tucker's for brunch. Hubby, Keeper Boy, and J-Mav enjoyed it just as much and Mom, Dad, and I had a few days prior.

Bellies full, we dropped Mom and Dad off at the hotel and headed to the park. When we got there, most of Keeper Boy's teammates were getting ready to leave. It was (shocker) cold outside, and snowing hard, and most of them had been out there for close to two hours at that point. A few stayed, and Keeper Boy played around with them for awhile. Hubby and I put our skates on, too, but we just skated around the perimeter since we didn't have any sticks. I didn't skate too long. While the skates were comfortable once I got them on, it wasn't the most comfortable feeling in the world to shove Frankenfoot into a skate (or get it out for that matter). But, I DID IT. That was a goal in scheduling the surgery for early November. So, while the Rideau Canal wasn't open for skating, I DID skate in Ottawa, albeit very briefly.

Back to the shinny. After a while, Keeper Boy's remaining teammates left and quite a few "locals" had arrived to play pick-up. I'd never seen a stick pile sort in person... only on commercials on TV. It was very cool. Everyone who was there who wanted to play threw their sticks in a pile in the middle of the ice. Then someone randomly picked them up and threw them toward one side of the ice or the other. That's how teams were decided. Of course, you have to know what your stick looks like for this to be effective. I was a little worried about Keeper Boy since he was borrowing a teammate's stick... goalie sticks don't work so well when you're skating out!

Long story short, Keeper Boy had a blast and said that was his favorite part of the week. :)

That night, we went to the All-Star game and cheered on two of Keeper Boy's teammates, one of whom was awarded hardest worker for his team during the game. Very cool. Nothing special for New Year's Eve. We kept forgetting it was a special day. The kids were in bed by 10, much to their chagrin. Mom, Dad, Hubby, and I stayed up and watched the ball drop, wondering how many more years ABC is going to parade Dick Clark out during the New Year's Eve telecast. It's really just getting sad. Please make it stop. We were in bed by 12:05, I think.

The team had its final game on New Years Day. Keeper Boy was in net, and we lost 4-3. It was a game we should not have lost, but we did. I think we were out of contention for advancing before that game was even played, but if not, that cemented it.

That afternoon was a Skills Competition. Very fun event, and our kids did well. Everyone participated. One of our captains won the accuracy competition, so that was very fun.

After the competition, we all went back to the hotel. A bunch of families ended up going out to dinner together at an English pub-type place a short walk from the hotel. It was fun and I got to know some of the other moms a little better. Oh, and have I mentioned that it was cold?!?

Saturday morning, we checked out of the hotel and said goodbye to Mom and Dad as they headed home. We had some shopping to do. We checked out a very cool store called Hockey Life. It was about the size of a Sports Authority, but it was ALL HOCKEY EQUIPMENT! The entire second floor was goalie equipment. It was even better than the place we went in Toronto over the summer!! Keeper Boy got a new blocker as his is falling apart. That sucks since it's less than six months old. We have an email in to the store we bought it from in Toronto... hopefully they will replace it or fix it or refund our money. Anyway, after we wandered around in Hockey Life for a while (they even had Captials stuff!), we checked out the Roots Factory Store down the street and hit McDonalds before hitting the road. It was almost like we were avoiding the L O N G drive home! We finally got on the road around 12:30pm.

No problems at the border and, as expected, we drove through snow (sometimes heavy) through most of New York. But it was all good. We stopped once for a gas/potty break, ignored the tire pressure light when it came on a few times, and stopped for a sit-down dinner in Pennsylvania. We got home around 11pm, unloaded the car, and went to bed. Long day.

Sunday we got everything put away, did mounds of laundry, put away Christmas gifts that were still lying around the living room from before we left, and vegged in front of football. We were hopeful, being as we live below the Mason-Dixon line and all, that it'd be a little warmer here at home. But now... it was so windy, that I think it was just as cold here as it was north of that other border!! Gah!

Yesterday it was back to the grind... work and school. After two weeks off, the boys weren't ready to get up and get going, but they managed.

In summary, Ottawa was an amazing experience for Keeper Boy. I hope he has the opportunity to do it again. I just wish it wasn't so flippin' cold!!

Happy new year!!