The good, the bad, and the broken
So about a week and a half ago, while playing the lovely game of rugby, I broke my leg. Yes. I can't believe it but I did. I had surgery on it last week and am now in a cast. It sucks.
The good part about this I have been at home with mom and dad and forced to eat what they do. I feel like I souldnt ask them to get me seconds and for the first part of the week had a very weak appitite. I know that my moms scale always reads slightly lower than my true weight, but I just weighed my self, mid-day (after drinking water and eating throughout the day) and it placed me at about 180/181 (Its analog, so its a little hard to read). That is very low for me. I think I am losing and am excited.
Hopefully something good has come out of this terrible ordeal...
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