Post Tibial Plateau Fracture....
treasured_one
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Hello out there!!
8 and half months ago I was in a minor accident that resulted in a Tibial Plateau Fracture. I was out riding my eBike with some friends, and we got a bit tangled. Everyone was fine... until the guy that weighs 300lbs decided to loose balance and come down right on my knee! Result was a crushed area across my tibial plateau that was 16cm deep by 35cm wide. As you can imagine, I was in the hospital for about a week (the hospital I work at no less... being taken care of by your coworkers sucks almost more than the leg did!)... then I was in a wheelchair for a couple of months. Off work for 4 and a half months total.
Before the accident, I was really into weight lifting and in the gym 3-5x a week. I could eat basically whatever I wanted (within reason) and could still maintain an appropriate body-weight. I liked it like that.
Post accident, I had to move in with my Grandmother for 2 months as I couldn't get a wheelchair in my apartment and my family didn't want me living alone so soon after (parent's house not wheelchair friendly either). Now, I know most grandmothers are supposed to stuff you full.... but I ended up hearing "you're too fat to be allowed to eat" every time I went to put something in my mouth. The result of which was me eating at night (only things easily grabbed, as I couldn't cook for myself or anything like that) after she went to bed as I was sooo hungry. Even though I was in a wheelchair at the time, my body was burning so many calories trying to heal that even with the eating at night I still lost a lot of weight.
Fast forward though the rest of the 2 months... and I'm back at home in my apartment, alone. With chips, and cookies, and ice cream, and everything else full of sugar I wanted. Mom and Dad felt guilty over what I went though my my Grandmother (as I had called them crying in hunger pains several times). And I thought to myself... "well damn, I deserve this candy!!!" I was still doing physio 2+ hours daily, etc, etc.
The weight kinda creeped on.
2 weeks ago I noticed my largest pairs of pants were getting a little tight around the middle. 1 week ago, I stepped on the scale and said enough is enough!! But I can't lift weights any longer because of the injury (causes me incredible pain)... so here I am, counting calories for probably the first time ever.
The first couple days of the 1200 calorie diet were hard. Feels a bit like being back in the nightmare of my Grandmother's house... only, at least, this time I get to control it! Luckily, I bought a stationary bike (one of the only exercises I can do) a few weeks ago, so I can usually eat 1400-1600 calories a day in the end.
4lbs lost last week... 50lbs to go. I feel like I'm heading in a good direction. Fingers crossed!!
8 and half months ago I was in a minor accident that resulted in a Tibial Plateau Fracture. I was out riding my eBike with some friends, and we got a bit tangled. Everyone was fine... until the guy that weighs 300lbs decided to loose balance and come down right on my knee! Result was a crushed area across my tibial plateau that was 16cm deep by 35cm wide. As you can imagine, I was in the hospital for about a week (the hospital I work at no less... being taken care of by your coworkers sucks almost more than the leg did!)... then I was in a wheelchair for a couple of months. Off work for 4 and a half months total.
Before the accident, I was really into weight lifting and in the gym 3-5x a week. I could eat basically whatever I wanted (within reason) and could still maintain an appropriate body-weight. I liked it like that.
Post accident, I had to move in with my Grandmother for 2 months as I couldn't get a wheelchair in my apartment and my family didn't want me living alone so soon after (parent's house not wheelchair friendly either). Now, I know most grandmothers are supposed to stuff you full.... but I ended up hearing "you're too fat to be allowed to eat" every time I went to put something in my mouth. The result of which was me eating at night (only things easily grabbed, as I couldn't cook for myself or anything like that) after she went to bed as I was sooo hungry. Even though I was in a wheelchair at the time, my body was burning so many calories trying to heal that even with the eating at night I still lost a lot of weight.
Fast forward though the rest of the 2 months... and I'm back at home in my apartment, alone. With chips, and cookies, and ice cream, and everything else full of sugar I wanted. Mom and Dad felt guilty over what I went though my my Grandmother (as I had called them crying in hunger pains several times). And I thought to myself... "well damn, I deserve this candy!!!" I was still doing physio 2+ hours daily, etc, etc.
The weight kinda creeped on.
2 weeks ago I noticed my largest pairs of pants were getting a little tight around the middle. 1 week ago, I stepped on the scale and said enough is enough!! But I can't lift weights any longer because of the injury (causes me incredible pain)... so here I am, counting calories for probably the first time ever.
The first couple days of the 1200 calorie diet were hard. Feels a bit like being back in the nightmare of my Grandmother's house... only, at least, this time I get to control it! Luckily, I bought a stationary bike (one of the only exercises I can do) a few weeks ago, so I can usually eat 1400-1600 calories a day in the end.
4lbs lost last week... 50lbs to go. I feel like I'm heading in a good direction. Fingers crossed!!
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Keep ON keeping on!
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