Last Monday’s efforts had a few side effects. Firstly, I was so busy with the boat, I totally forgot it was the date of the first monthly meeting of the year of the Really, Really Fat Persons’ Support Group. As my weight loss has plateaued again, I probably needed to be there.
Secondly, the damage I did to my knees with all the lifting and pulling lingers on, making it agonising to walk anywhere. At the mall yesterday I had to hijack a supermarket trolley to use as a zimmerframe just to get me to Lowe’s and back to the car. Even so, I stopped to sit and rest at every bench I came to along the mall. There are not nearly enough of them.
I did my back no good either. The spondylitic (is that a word?) pains down my thighs and calves are another thing entirely. They don’t subside at present even when I’m sitting or laying down. Even though it’s still pouring rain this morning, I’m going swimming straight after I’ve had my coffee breakfast. The pool is the only place I can enjoy pain-free weightlessness. I shall not be riding the bike though. Even though it is a balmy 24C I still have no raingear and the chill factor of wet clothes does not appeal. Note to self: get a poncho. It would be handy in the boat as well.
Despite the crappy weather and the self-inflicted discomfort, I’m otherwise fine. In good spirits. My best mate is coming over from NZ soon, for a week of fishing and fun. I just hope the weather is good by then.