Argh!

Note to self: do not try to do things you can't, merely because there are people watching you and you think you will look like a fat loser otherwise.

Last night at gymnastics, I knew I shouldn't be doing all the hopping/jumping exercises (my ankles are weak), but I did them anyway, because I always think if I sit them out, everyone will look at me and think I'm a lazy fat pig.

So, I has halfway down the mat doing some stupid jump and spin moves when my ankle bent outwards, and I heard a pop. And thus, I ended up on the floor in the foetal position, trying not to cry in front of strangers. Once I was able to move off the mat, I had to sit around for an hour with ice on my ankle, feeling very useless, waiting for Giggles to show up so I could go home.

I was in so much pain last night that I couldn't get to sleep. Until I drugged myself with 3 Nurofen Plus. To give you an idea, I wore flats to work today. FLATS!! I do not do flats.

In other news, I am heading to Sydney tonight. Should be nice and hot. Unfortunately, I can't walk around all the shops like I was planning to. Stupid ankle. Miss Giggles is house sitting for me and taking care of Mr Alex. Funny kitten. I slept in the spare room last night, and I thought he would sleep on the bed with Giggles, but instead he came and slept with me. I felt very loved! He is such an awesome cat. I bought some cheese for Giggles to give him if he's a good boy. He'll love her if she gives him cheese. Funny cat.

Anyway, doesn't look like I'll be doing too much on my ankle for a couple of weeks. *sigh* Just what I need. An inability to exercise.