Not the happiest post you'll read.

My sprained ankle is really getting me down. It's tiring me out more than I care to admit. I'm completely exhausted and can barely think.

It's hard - I don't feel like I should be making such a big deal of it because it is such a minor sprain. I can bear enough weight on it to continue walking, occasionally it hurts when I twist it in certain directions but generally it's ok.

After being given the order to stay off it though I am being cautious. Last thing I want is to be out of action any longer than I have to be. I'm doing the exercises the Dr gave me - writing the alphabet with my big toe and have jogged about in the pool for a bit. Even managed to walk a couple of Ks this afternoon, but that's about it.

My eating habits are revolting. I am a disappointed that I haven't taken enough time to plan and create a safe and healthy eating environment either at home or at work. I'm so tired I'm happy to eat whatever, whenever. And it shows - today I was 600 calories over my daily limit - that's 1/2 tomorrow's food as well.

We all know I don't cope well when things don't go according to my plans, and once again I find myself falling and can't be arsed pulling myself out. Maybe after a solid night's sleep and tomorrow morning's physiotherapy I'll be in a better frame on mind.