Blog Morph

It's been over 4 weeks since I have consumed sugar! No syrups, no agave nectar, no beet or date sugar. I have been eating a decent amount of dried fruit and fresh fruits. Dried fruits are high in natural sugars but I don't feel the rush and lethargy I experience when I eat refined sugar. Also, I've got to give myself some credit and be happy with the success I have had. So, I'm not thinking too hard about the drawbacks of the sugar in dried fruits. But, that's not really what this post is about.

I broke my foot. It's a stress fracture. I run a lot. Running saves me from myself. I don't feel like life is worth living without running. What's this blog called? Sugar junkie. Well, there are junkies and non-junkies and I'm a junkie. I ran my foot down until it cracked, all because I love running too much to take two weeks off. I felt a tiny twinge of pain in my left foot for the past 2 months. I trained for a marathon and trained through the pain, which was minimal. If I stopped running for every little nagging crick and creak then I'd never run at all. Well, I should have paid attention to this one. Two days ago, half way through my six mile run I HAD to stop. I was on the mall so I sat down on a bench and watched a frisbee game. I realized that as many times as I have ferociously jogged up and down the national mall, I have never once stopped and sat on a bench. It was nice. I watched all the runners. I looked at the capitol and the washington monument. I people watched. I slowed down for once. Then I limped three miles home, which was not fun. I was in much more pain than could be ignored. I couldn't even bear weight on my foot. I knew I was screwed.

The next morning I frantically called orthopedists and finally found one with an open appointment. As I suspected my foot was broken. He couldn't yet see the fracture on the x-ray, but based on his exam and my symptoms he seemed to be confident. He told me I can't run for 3 months and I have to "obey the pain". For the first time I cried in a doctor's office. No work for a week. Sitting at home alone for a week doing nothing! This is bad news for the junkie. I am NOT a movie junkie. I get nauseous if I surf the net for more than 2 hours. NO RUNNING FOR THREE MONTHS!!!!!!! After I got over myself, I was filled with empathy for all my patients. They too are stranded, but in hospital beds, at the mercy of the hospital staff. 99.9% of the time their diagnosis don't go away in 3 months. I vowed to return to work with extra sympathy and respect for the people stranded on their islands of hell. But back to me. How the hell am I supposed to stay sane???? Will I become a blogging junkie?
Here is a partial list of things I can do:

Build a buff upper body
Draw designs for my first tattoo
Clean (gag)
Write handwritten letters
Christmas shop online (partial gag)
Go raw! Master raw cooking!
Make songs using garageband on the macbook
Sing
Find new bands
Sew
Cut down on caffeine (gasp)

That's all I've got for now. I'm going to stay positive through this.....