Life's a mean bitch
I was at the doctor's today ...
To the good side, I'm down to 368. That's almost forty pounds off in around two months and better than a third of my goal to lose 100 pounds by next August, when I go back to work. If I maintain this rate of loss, I might drop two hundred by then.
To the bad side, I have this pain in my chest, high up on the left, when I exercise now.
I can accept that, following twenty-some odd years of inactivity, my back went out after a couple of weeks of exercise. I even managed to laugh while taking pain meds and muscle relaxants at myself for being pissed at my back. I weighed a little over 400 pounds to begin, for pity sake ... what did I expect?
I can accept that, since then, I have had tendons, joints, and muscles ground me for a couple days at a time. Again, what did I expect? Even with careful stretching before exercise, twenty-some odd years of inactivity ... right?
What I cannot accept is the possibility that, when I finally take the time to combat my health issues, when I finally accept that my diabetes isn't just going to go away, when I finally start to make a serious improvement in my lifestyle and pull it all together, now my heart is giving me problems.
I mean, wtf!
So I had an EKG (which came out okay) and a medical exam (which didn't) and now I have an appointment to have a drug injected that will cause my heart to race so a different doctor can study the result and, hopefully, not give me a friggin' heart attack by doing so!
All in all, I gotta say, not particularly happy.
To the good side, I'm down to 368. That's almost forty pounds off in around two months and better than a third of my goal to lose 100 pounds by next August, when I go back to work. If I maintain this rate of loss, I might drop two hundred by then.
To the bad side, I have this pain in my chest, high up on the left, when I exercise now.
I can accept that, following twenty-some odd years of inactivity, my back went out after a couple of weeks of exercise. I even managed to laugh while taking pain meds and muscle relaxants at myself for being pissed at my back. I weighed a little over 400 pounds to begin, for pity sake ... what did I expect?
I can accept that, since then, I have had tendons, joints, and muscles ground me for a couple days at a time. Again, what did I expect? Even with careful stretching before exercise, twenty-some odd years of inactivity ... right?
What I cannot accept is the possibility that, when I finally take the time to combat my health issues, when I finally accept that my diabetes isn't just going to go away, when I finally start to make a serious improvement in my lifestyle and pull it all together, now my heart is giving me problems.
I mean, wtf!
So I had an EKG (which came out okay) and a medical exam (which didn't) and now I have an appointment to have a drug injected that will cause my heart to race so a different doctor can study the result and, hopefully, not give me a friggin' heart attack by doing so!
All in all, I gotta say, not particularly happy.