We are pleased to announce that on March 4, 2025, an updated Rich Text Editor will be introduced in the MyFitnessPal Community. To learn more about the upcoming changes, please click here. We look forward to sharing this new feature with you!
Post Tibial Plateau Fracture....
treasured_one
Posts: 13 Member
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!!
0
Replies
-
Keep ON keeping on!
0 -
That's the plan!! 0
This discussion has been closed.