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Three Weeks Gone and Still Not Much to Say
Nov. 4th, 2006 09:30 pmIt's been awhile hasn't it?
The leg is slowly getting better. Had some physiotherapy a week ago. The therapist looks like William Shatner. I got a few stretches to do and some bizarre activities to try (like soaking my leg in alternating hot/cold buckets of water).
Later I had my first experience with deep-tissue massage. I didn't quite get to the extremes of "I wish you'd just punch my in the testicles so that it hurt less" but it was close. My masseuse was a 6'7", 300 pound guy with not an ounce of fat on him. His forearms were as big around as my calves. For you SCAdians out there, if he got into a fight with Einar, I'd put my money on the therapist. Hell, If he got into a fight with Uther, I'd say it was even money.
This man beat the absolute living shit out of my leg. It's all right though - my leg deserved it. I managed to do my full regiment of stretching this morning for the first time in a month, and I ended up wandering around Costco for an hour without feeling like I was going to die. All in all things are looking up.
The leg things had totally fucked up my weight lose regime - I had not gone to a meeting for two weeks and when I finally did return, I found I had gained ten pounds. Gah! So I dug in and reapplied myself. first week back, 5 pounds down. This week, 2.8 pounds. Grand total 59 pounds. Not quite my all time best of 66 pounds, but not as bad at the 51 pounds I was at a few weeks ago. My goal of 75 is still attainable.
Of course a big chunk of that was the fact that I was carrying around a ton of crap in my swollen leg. Still, I haven't given up and I'm not going to give up.
My improving leg did not stop me from being a yogurt head though. While at Costco I ended up in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
canadianknight's till. We chatted and completely forgot to ring through the three flats of pop I had. Didn't even realize it until I got home. No soda pop, but on the bright side I wasn't out any money either. I just hope the couple behind me didn't end up buying it by mistake.
nosarious is in town. Picked him up yesterday - he had already arranged an interview with one of the local upscale hotels and has a line on an apartment for January. Who knows, he could be a permanent resident before the week is out.
Shot an 85 at archery. That's pretty damn good. I feel an all-time best coming soon.
Dating prospects are worse then usual due to a potential mate taking herself off the list. I need more friends who, in turn, have single female friends.
I've had a wicked case of cabin fever though. I want to RUN dammit. My goal is to be able to do that by my birthday. Wish me luck.
The leg is slowly getting better. Had some physiotherapy a week ago. The therapist looks like William Shatner. I got a few stretches to do and some bizarre activities to try (like soaking my leg in alternating hot/cold buckets of water).
Later I had my first experience with deep-tissue massage. I didn't quite get to the extremes of "I wish you'd just punch my in the testicles so that it hurt less" but it was close. My masseuse was a 6'7", 300 pound guy with not an ounce of fat on him. His forearms were as big around as my calves. For you SCAdians out there, if he got into a fight with Einar, I'd put my money on the therapist. Hell, If he got into a fight with Uther, I'd say it was even money.
This man beat the absolute living shit out of my leg. It's all right though - my leg deserved it. I managed to do my full regiment of stretching this morning for the first time in a month, and I ended up wandering around Costco for an hour without feeling like I was going to die. All in all things are looking up.
The leg things had totally fucked up my weight lose regime - I had not gone to a meeting for two weeks and when I finally did return, I found I had gained ten pounds. Gah! So I dug in and reapplied myself. first week back, 5 pounds down. This week, 2.8 pounds. Grand total 59 pounds. Not quite my all time best of 66 pounds, but not as bad at the 51 pounds I was at a few weeks ago. My goal of 75 is still attainable.
Of course a big chunk of that was the fact that I was carrying around a ton of crap in my swollen leg. Still, I haven't given up and I'm not going to give up.
My improving leg did not stop me from being a yogurt head though. While at Costco I ended up in
canadianknight's till. We chatted and completely forgot to ring through the three flats of pop I had. Didn't even realize it until I got home. No soda pop, but on the bright side I wasn't out any money either. I just hope the couple behind me didn't end up buying it by mistake.nosarious is in town. Picked him up yesterday - he had already arranged an interview with one of the local upscale hotels and has a line on an apartment for January. Who knows, he could be a permanent resident before the week is out.Shot an 85 at archery. That's pretty damn good. I feel an all-time best coming soon.
Dating prospects are worse then usual due to a potential mate taking herself off the list. I need more friends who, in turn, have single female friends.
I've had a wicked case of cabin fever though. I want to RUN dammit. My goal is to be able to do that by my birthday. Wish me luck.
