Saturday, July 19, 2008

I don't want to take advice from fools, I'll just figure everything is cool

Hey there. Been a while. As this blog is supposed to be about eating right and exercising, and since I haven't done much of that recently, no reason to update.

Sad but true.

I have been working at physical therapy for the past 2 months again. My upper back was so bad sitting at work was just about all I could do each day.

Sadly, I then deconditioned myself so bad that once I started to feel better, slightly, I was too weak to keep up regular daily of living activities.

The PT seems to have actually found out what is wrong with me. 7 vertebrae were out of alignment. It took her one adjustment to get 5 of them in place. Why couldn't my last physical therapist figure this out so quickly.

Now two of the vertebrae are fighting me, but they are (currently) in place, and have been for the past 2 weeks, so I am hoping this has worked out.

Now that it is in place, I have to start working on muscle growth. From under use and a natural muscle placement from my sedentary job, my back muscles are weak, and we all need strong back muscles to stay healthy, especially those of us with desk jobs.

Running has been on hold for about a month as the PT thought it was too jarring when we were doing the delicate work on getting the last two vertebrae back in place. There is a chance that they weren't staying in place after every adjustment due to my going home and running 2-2.5 miles 5 times a week.

So here I sit, fatter than I've been for a long time - about 255 lbs. I saw "about" as I've not had the guts to get on a scale in a while. But I am hoping that I don't have anything but the regular weakness in the back, and no sharp or burning pains, for the next few weeks so that I many finally jump back on to the treadmill.

And then I have to start eating well again. Yeah, healthy eating has taken a back seat as well to just shoveling food again.

It seems like an uphill battle, but once tha back is better, I can do it.

And fuck Mr. Murphy. And fuck my other physical therapist. And fuck my insurance company (I am now having to pay out of my own pocket for some of this health care. I know I'll get it back in the end, but it is annoying right now.)

Bitter, party of one.