It is official. I am engaged

to TheDailyPlate.com.

Don't ask me anything about its connections to Livestrong. I don't know shit about it.

What I DID know was blinding terror when faced with the prospect of eight weeks with minimal exercise on my busted foot.

My sister broke the same bone, fifth metatarsal, last year. She gained ten pounds. It was hardly visible -- both my sisters are skinny tall ladies -- but on me, ten pounds looks like a potential pregnancy. I like the phrase "gone to seed," but I cannot go to seed. I'm only twenty years old. That phrase is on special reserve for forty-year-old former football stars. I have never played football.

When the ginger lady doctor at the clinic showed me the fracture on the X-rays I screamed "OH GOD NO FOOT TEN POUNDS TOO YOUNG CHUB CHUB CHUB."

The ginger lady doctor, who was very kind, reminded me that weight gain wouldn't be a problem if I simply adjusted for my new caloric needs. Brilliant woman. Although I probably would have figured it out myself if I hadn't been too busy writhing in agonized pre-ten-pound spasms on the cold clinic linoleum floor.

It's very easy. I told TDP about my lifestyle (sedentary) and my weight (atrocious). I sit down at my laptop religiously after and often during every meal, and I record exactly what I've eaten. TDP helps me keep my water intake and my % Daily Values on track, too.

Aaand . . . not only have I been able to maintain my pre-break weight, I've lost a little, too.

Take that, you damn foot!