Woe is Me...

Since I've had my surgery, I haven't been able to do ANYTHING.

Now, the old Carly would be super stoked to have an excuse to not have to do anything and be waited on hand and foot. 

However, I AM GOING CRAZY.

I went to work yesterday for the first time since surgery, and I barely made it to lunch time before it started throbbing so much that I had to come home and hit up the painkillers.

Again, not being at work wouldn't usually be an irritation for me... I've always said I wouldn't work if I didn't have to. However, sitting on my ass at home isn't really what I would choose to do with that free time.

I dream of being that pampered housewife... staying home and doing the chores the way I think they should be done... cooking real meals... doing fun Pinterest-y crafts. But no.

I've been hobbling around on my janky foot since Tuesday night, not getting much done.

I have done some laundry and dishes, and tried to get our bathroom tidied up. 

But what I REALLY want to do?

GO TO THE GYM.

Seriously.

I was doing so well with my workout routine and cooking well rounded meals from my Biggest Loser and Weight Watchers cookbooks for Chad and I every night. 

And then came the great winter storm of 2011 which left us without power for 4+ days, as well as snowed in for almost 3 of those days.

Sure, I could've worked out at home during those days, but did I want to do that and get all sweaty and smelly and then not be able to take a hot shower? Negatory.

Then the roads got plowed and I was able to get to the gym. Workout + Cable + Hot Shower = happy Carly.

That lasted a whole 2 days before I had my surgery.

Now I just feel really disgusting and I can just feel the pounds coming back and I am just getting so frustrated. I know, I know, it's not the end of the world. Once I can get back in the game, I should be able to pick up where I left off. 

But I just feel so anxious about it and I want to be able to stick with my routine and I know that every hour I a sitting here on my ass with my foot in the air is another pound creeping back on to my body.

Anyways, I just needed to bitch it out for a minute because I am depressed about my current disabled state and this gelatinous fatty matter around my middle... and every other part of my body.