So guess what I did?
I decided to twist my fat ankle the other day at the park. Awesome, non? It's kind of surprising how easily something like this can happen with an extra 30-some (ok, close to 40) pounds hanging around.
As a result, yesterday I did a whole bunch of nothing. I went from the chair to the kitchen to the bathroom basically all day. When I walked, I limped, and that in turn hurt my back. Yeah, it was pretty great. And by great I mean miserable. I don't know how people deal with bed rest orders because I was NUTS by the end of the day when Bubba came home. Not to mention that I felt worthless because I didn't so much as do the dishes.
But I did get this done:
And I watched a lot of bad TV. And I read about Hypnobirthing. And I got some research done for my business. So I guess it wasn't a TOTAL loss. It just felt like it.