fitness first!

no, i am not gym-ming. nor do i have any plans to do so.

while walking around ortigas earlier i realized that i missed walk-jogging. given that i sprained my ankle a few months ago, i obviously was unable to do some good old exercising. i've also realized that i am expanding quite horizontally--sometimes i feel like an overstuffed longganisa whenever i wear certain types of clothing

the last time i had my foot checked, my doctor informed me that it'd take my foot 4-6 months before it heals completely. after counting the months on my left hand i realized that i'll be a-ok in june! which means i can go back to my old exercise routine! yay!

june also spells rain, so hmmm...i better start looking for a covered area where i can jog my heart out. or maybe i can try badminton. or boxing! the possibilities are endless! 

i can also start on the fitness thing now...by having tuna for "dinner" again, for starters. yeah, this is all so exciting, i'm shedding pounds just thinking about it! hahaha!

happy new year!

So, here's what happened since (almost) three weeks ago:

1. As per my "new" doctor's orders, I was banned from working my left foot. 22nd of December the foot in question was excruciatingly painful, so I limped to the clinic near our apartment. The doc informed me that my sprain had gotten worse and even had some "partial tendon tear" on it. As a result, I was advised not to go out for fourteen days.

2. That same day we moved to a new apartment. From Cainta, Teena and I now reside in Pinagbuhatan, Pasig. Don't ask me where it's near to, because it's far from everywhere. Seriously! (I know, my preposition usage sucks. Spare me)

3. The fourteen day period ended last Friday, and it was the first time that I was actually able to venture out of the house alone from the new neighborhood. I normally look forward to long walks, but given the current status of my foot, I'm actually sort of dreading it. Haha.

4. I got fatter. Obviously.

5. I did ask the doc when I could do some exercising, particularly jogging. He advised me to wait until the sprain heals completely, which'll take 2-3 months. Brisk-walking, according to him, was no problem, just as long as I'd wear my bandage and high-top shoes while doing so.

6. My foot will not stop me from moving forward. *bow*


...yes, I missed being online, and reading everybody's blogs and stuff. Looks like I have a hell lot of catching up to do.

Hope your holiday was happy!

tales of my busted ankle: boredom = the coolest ipod in the multiverse

3:47 pm

being a highly dual individual, i tend to see the good and bad of things quite easily.

given my sprained ankle, i was unable to go to work since friday evening. with the doctor's "yes," i could be able to go to work tomorrow, which is good news for me.

since the night of my little accident, i've been idle at home. now the mere thought of idleness makes me...bored. then again, as i mentioned in my last post, maybe this is the break that i was secretly hoping for.

so what i ended up mostly doing was update my playlist. i've imported a bunch of cd's into my music player. my musical taste amuses me sometimes--i have nirvana, me first and the gimme-gimmes (a punk band specializing in covers of pop songs), early madonna, modern kylie, antonio vivaldi, frank sinatra, and johann pachelbel in that 500-song white contraption.

my ipod is the best in the multiverse. beat that.

tales of my busted ankle

i sprained my left ankle two days ago. i was going down the steps of our third floor apartment and was almost out the gate, when whoosh! i suddenly flew. i have no recollection of my anti-gravity moment, but i do know that i landed.. badly.

quite immediately, my ankle became swollen and painful as heck. obviously, i ended up not going to work that night.

i slept off the worst part of the pain then. there were no tears for this crybaby, just grogginess and a lot of discomfort. that, and impatience: i wanted to know when i was gonna be better. i was declaring platitudes of "i'm gonna get better by tuesday, i swear it!"

the next day the swelling tamed down, and i realized how hard it was to be (temporarily) physically incapacitated. don't get me wrong, i already am, given my awful eyesight--but i manage to get by with what my HMO manual calls "corrective devices." this was different. walking around our apartment with one good foot and another one dragging behind was...odd. all right, annoying. in tagalog, hasel. given my legendary impatience, i even went so far as to hopping on my right leg--of course it became painful later, ha ha, serves me right.

strangely, my inner hypochondriac didn't jump to life, as it normally does in situations like these. see, i've never, ever been confined in a hospital. i always made sure that i'd be well enough not to be dressed in a hospital gown, injected with intravenous fluids, and fussed over by well-meaning relatives and friends. the thought alone scares me.

so i went to a nearby clinic a while ago and had my foot x-rayed as well. now i walk abnormally fast, given my impatient streak, but today i was limping steadily along. funnily enough, i was right--the doc advised me that i could go back to work tuesday.

i miss normal mobility, i'll have you know--then again, this may well be an unexpected break. in fact i spent the whole of last night importing cd's to the laptop and updating my ipod list.

and yes i know i should be more careful next time