"How come?" You ask, so kindly.
Because I don't like cooking what most people consider a 'meal'. Point and case, my "dinner" a couple nights ago.
So here is what I had for that dinner: one whole yam, cooked, and a blueberry bagel with cream cheese. Admittedly, supremely delicious in all its glory. But, um, yams and bagels do not a complete meal make, exactly. I realized recently that my meals tend to revolve around a particular food group rather than encompassing all/most of them in one sitting. For example, breakfast tends to be protein, lunch is fruits/veggies, dinner is carbs/proteins. Some days I don't even eat meals, I just munch all day long. I guess I will have to work on cooking whole meals for the sake of my future husband. :)
So this may or may not come as news to some of you, but I am in the process of registering for my first ever sprint triathlon (internet issues). It will be happening in September over in Moscow, Idaho. I am simultaneously super excited, but somewhat nervous at the same time. Nervous because it is the first event like this that I have done, but excited because it makes a great first challenge. I started biking to work this week, and oh man can I tell that I haven't been on a bike in probably 2 years. (Yaaaay jello legs!) So I've definitely got my work cut out for me - 500m swim, 9-mile bike ride, following by a 3-mile run. Goody :)
The other big thing happening is about my wrist. But in order to explain that, I need to go back a year,, exactly a year, in fact. May third of last year, I did something silly and lost my balance while I was standing. On flat ground. And fell backwards. And caught myself with my right hand. It started hurting, but due to life being pretty busy and crazy at that time, I assumed I sprained it. So I threw it in a brace and kept chugging along. Fast forward to July. I'm all moved over to Pullman, and my wrist is still hurting. I finally go ahead and take it to the doctor (tells me it's a strain), who sends me to physical therapy (tells me it's a sprain). Jump ahead to April. The therapy got me my range of motion back, but the pain never completely went away. A few weeks ago I realized not only was the pain getting worse again, but I was beginning to lose my range of motion as well. So I betook myself to a different doctor (tells me he thinks it is post traumatic carpal tunnel syndrome), who then sent me to an orthopaedic surgeon. He does some stuff with my wrist and give me back his opinion: scapholunate ligament tear.
So he's sending me to get an MRI to see, if it is in fact that tear, whether it is a partial tear or a complete tear. If a partial tear then probably they will give me a steroid shot in my wrist. If a complete tear, we may be talking surgery. O__O Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. Did I mention oh boy? :) It don't rain but it pours I guess. As my mama said, I done did it good. I guess we'll just have to wait and see what the MRI shows.
So I get to try and fix my wrist at the same time I am training for a sprint triathlon. Why not? I like my life a little crazy. :D
