Stress.

So this is all about my stress.  My stress fractures, to be more direct.   Here is the history of my stress fractures...and all the rest of my broken bones in all their gory glory. 

1991 - broke my left arm balancing on a basketball in the basement

1992 - broke my left arm again being catapulted off a teeter-totter at girl's camp

-normal? kid broken bone stuff....and then the not so normal stuff.....

1994 - stress fracture on my right foot walking at school - spontaneous (hmmm....should've been a clue about 20 years ago that my bones weren't doing so hot....ooops)

March-ish of 2011  Stress fracture of the right pelvic pubic bone and left tibia. 
 (Overuse, over training  issues)

Jan. 2012  Bilateral Stress fracture of the sacrum - both sides of the sacrum triangle bone.   (Over training exacerbated by breastfeeding and crappy nutrition.....and lack of combined strength training...... oops.....)  

So there you have it - too many broken bones for a young spring chicken.   I'm just a body waiting to crack.  I have major risk factors for osteoporosis, so my diagnosis really wasn't a surprise.  I've always been on the thin side, I'm white, I have a family history of it (mom and sister currently have osteopenia,) I've been running a million miles,  I tend to over train running too fast too far and too soon, I have PCOS which has made me have ammenorhea - think 6 periods in 8 years, I'm breastfeeding, I have always hated hated milk,  have never supplemented my calcium, and never even  took my prenatals through 3 pregnancies, unintentionally I haven't had the best nutritive diet for an active lifestyle.......So, I was a disaster waiting to happen.  My hope is to stop the fractures, learn how to eat for healthy bones, regain my fitness, keep running, and find a better balance for an active lifestyle.   That's a tall order, but I know I can fill it.  This is my blog of accountability and journal of improvement.   Hope it all goes up from here.   

Operation Debby gets Better Bones.....

I had given up on blogging a few years ago.  I decided I really hated it.  I tried a blog, and I felt like the biggest hypocrite keeping it.   I kept a picture every day for almost a year, and although I love looking at those pictures, I'm also annoyed by them.  They tell so very little about my life that year.  They only tell the rosy happy perfect side of the story.  Where were the pictures of the tears?  The messy house?   The overflowed toilets?   The real day to day life?   Missing.  Of course no one wants to hear about the life of a Debby Downer, but I am quite bothered with the surreal quality of blogs.    People (ME) like to make everything look peachy keen on their classic family blogs.   I guess part of it is that blogs are pretty public forums, and everyone tries to put their best foot forward in the arena of womendom.  I decided that blogs were a dumb way to promote yourself and say look at me and my great little world.   Image just isn't one of those things I want to waste my time on.  I am who I am - take it or leave it - and I am a little different.  Don't like it?  Don't like me?  Okay. I'll try to be okay with that.  Fast forward here - what am I doing blogging?   I really don't know.   I've pretty much stopped reading everyone's blogs.  Maybe that is why I suddenly feel safe writing again.  If I'm not reading other's posts, then they probably won't read mine.  Perfect!  So now, I can write about what is bugging me. I am going to really write about it - exactly how I feel about it. I'm going to put the ups and the downs that goods and the bads the uglies and the boogers and the smilers.  If I am negative and acerbic and annoying, and it helps me, then so be it. In short, I just found out I have osteoporosis.  I am only 32.  I think it is pretty crummy, and I want to change it.  I don't want to have bad bones, and I'm really sick of breaking them.  Yes, there are a lot worse things that could happen to a person, and it is a little dramatic that I'm bothered so much by this, but I am.  So, I decided that I'd write about getting better bones.  Not a family blog, a cooking blog, a crafting blog, a "hey look at me I'm perfect blog,"  just a....a....boring bone blog posted into blogger oblivion.   Not sure if I have ever seen a bone blog, probably a reason for that, but...I am always interested in pursuing the unusual. So here goes nothing and everything and something all at the same time.  Here is my blog about my bad breaking bones, and how they are going to get better.