Humpty Dumpty had a great fall...

I was cleaning out my car this morning in preparation for my new pizza delivery job I was supposed to start 2 minutes ago and had my dog tied nearby. As I went to move some things from the backseat to the trunk, my dog ran between my legs and I fell from the curb into the street. As I fell, I twisted to catch myself on the car and felt crunch-pop-pop-pop. Next thing I knew, I was sitting on the ground making the strangest sound I'd ever heard myself make, questioning my ability to stand and cursing myself for leaving my cell in my apartment a short 100 feet away. I struggled to my feet and felt something crunch again. I wasn't in pain yet but knew that I should be. Shaking, I grabbed the dog, limped my way to my second story apartment, and woke my boyfriend up. "Baby, I think I broke my hip. Take me to the ER."

It's not broken, but I'm on crutches. I have to go to another doctor in two days and I should know more from there. I can't work on my feet indefinitely (and lost my job I hadn't even started yet). I can't run. I can't do the Shred. I can still eat at a deficit, but I don't want to lose the lean mass I've been building. My boyfriend can't cook at all (for real, I swear, he can't even manage frozen pizza) and crutches don't go well with kitchens, so it will be restaurant food. Now I'm terrified to eat anything.

I'm just so angry right now. I'm going to lose all the progress I've made. I had my appendix out on Christmas, just a month after I had started running. Three weeks ago I was finally able to pick up working out again after that surgery and now this. I feel like the universe is just against my goals. I want cheesecake and whiskey.