I was doing so well too. I have finally gotten my head into this exercise regime and was doing so good. I attempted a 1k run tonight with my son. We were doing a 4.5 walk and he said “Lets run the last 1k”. So hyped and ready to go, I grinned and said “ok”

Maybe it was the belief that I have superpowers and off I jogged. I was puffing and panting, the whole time thinking I am going pass out. But I hung in there.

I could see my house rounding the corner. I smiled and thought YES I am almost there. I kept going and just as I neared our fence I raised my arms in the air and yelled out ” I made it”. Just as the word “it” left my mouth all I seen coming was the hard surface of the road. As I was crossing the lawned area of the footpath my foot fell into a ditch, as it was night, and I went down, hard!

My foot is swollen and I have it iced. Why now? I am just getting into this. I really did not want this to happen NOW. I did so well to!! My leg is raised up with the ice as I type this and I am feeling sad and sorry for myself. My son, the one who was with me when it happened, could do nothing but stand above me and laugh his arse off. I was rolling around in agony, my knee was slightly bleeding and my hands have skin taken off. I do not fall gracefully. :@!! lol

I realise waking/jogging at night is a mistake in itself but I have done it so many times. I still cannot believe it. I am in agony!!!

Well other than that I am still doing on on the diet side of things. I haven't updated my food journal yet but I have lost 2 kilos in the last 4 days. Go Me!!!!! lol