Most people know that I am not always the most graceful person. I can trip on everything or nothing. This morning was no different.
I have been working really hard at losing some weight and I decided to weigh myself. I was super excited when I stepped on the scale and saw that I lost 4 more pounds! So excited in fact that I did a little "happy jump" off of the scale. Bad idea....
Because I hadnt weighed the consequences of the "happy jump", I paid big time. I landed on my feet but in one swift move, my right ankle buckled, made a popping noise and I continued straight to the ground. Pretty sure I bounced a little. I just laid there on the floor thinking "please dont let anything be broken. i have a wedding to be in on sunday". I could just picture myself hobbling down the aisle on crutches.
I picked myself up off the floor and made my way to the freezer for some ice. Its amazing how one happy moment can be ripped away by one simple little jump for joy.
Atleast the bruise on my right ankle will match the one on my left leg that I aquired during our mothers day celebration last saturday.