my broken toe

 I'm going to warn you. 

You might find this nasty.

My BFF won't find this surprising because I think I've showed him every "awesome" bruise I've had since we've been friends. The poor guy. 

About a month and a half ago, I was trying to pull something out of my MIL's car while it was parked in front of their house and I slipped off the curb. My big toe turned under my foot and all my weight came down on it. 

Needless to say, ouch and the result was a broken toe. And not like "oh, I think I broke my toe!" Straight up, broken. 

After a few days, the bruising showed up... 

and it got worse.... 

 and worse... 

 and worse.

I couldn't even capture it all in photos, the brownish bruising just looked more like tanned skin, and as flexible as I am, I couldn't figure out how to photograph the bottom of my foot with the bruising there. 

EPIC Stefanie moment. 

Somewhere, right now, my BFF is laughing his arse off. 

Why did I tell/SHOW you all this?

Because. 

It put me off my game. 

I had to stop working out. And I had been faithful at least 5 times a week since the start of Lent. This put a complete stop to everything I was doing because WHAT I was doing put a lot of pressure on my toe and required a lot of bending and moving of the feet. Obviously.

Now, I can walk without a limp. My toe can bend.

I have a permanent bump (that I can see) on the side of my foot, and bending my toe further than what's required for walking can still hurt a little bit. It also makes grinding sounds. I know. SO gross.

BUT.

I am making an attempt this week to get back into my exercising. 

Because next summer? 

We're having a pool party for Liam's birthday.

And the LAST thing I want is to hate every photo of me from something like that.

And so, it begins.

Again.