2017 was a hard year for me. I feel like it started out great. I did a little reset at the beginning of the year. I wouldn’t call it a diet, but I cut out everything that wasn’t that great for me. I also started working out a couple times a week.
In May 2017, I broke my ankle. I’ve only broken bones once before. When I was taking dance classes in High School at a local company. We were instructed to jump off the stage at the end of the song and keep dancing down the aisles. I knew the second I hit the ground, I broke something. I broke three metatarsals in my left foot. This time was different. I stumbled off a curb and heard a crack, yet was in denial. I kept thinking, no it’s just a sprain. I went home, laid on the couch, and a few hours later I knew I needed to go to the hospital.