Guess who was too stupid to weigh in this week?

ME!

Some relief, thank goodness! Actually, thank Miss Maureen!

So my son’s PT at his Hippotherapy center saw me struggling to get up after helping my boy with this shoes and asked me what was up. I told her I was better than the day before. She then proceeded to give some wonderful stretches I could do to try and help. Astoundingly, I feel miles better! All it took was a few simple stretches. I’m going to try and find some examples and post them here.

I can actually move! This is great! Hopefully these exercises will keep this terrible pain at bay. My son’s birthday is tomorrow and I’d like to be able to actually enjoy the day with him.

Life of Agony

Not about the band but about the state of my body. I am in searing pain today. After working and training a new barista I can barely walk, or even get out of a chair. The pain in my feet and legs is goddamned excruciating.

I want to go to the gym but all I really want to do is sleep. It’s astounding how much one nerve can wreck you so completely.

A close call...

So the dog got away from me today at the park. There was a handoff of the leash, I thought the missus still had him, she thought I had him and

BAM!

He was off like a shot. That furry sonnavagun took off like a plush torpedo after another dog he wanted to play with. Luckily enough, that dog's owner grabbed his leash. After I lumbered over and profusely thanked him I was struck with an epiphany:

I would not have been able to catch the dog. He’s like greased lightning, so not many people could, but I couldn’t even make a decent showing. Oh, I started out OK and thought Well, as long as I can keep him in sight it should be OK, but then I realized it.

I am not going to catch this dog...shit, this is not good. This is not good at all...

The rest of the afternoon I was constantly yelling at my son to not walk too far ahead and I realized later it was because if I couldn't catch the dog, what if I couldn't catch him?What if I couldn’t catch him if he ran too far ahead and he fell into the water or ran into the parking lot?

It made me feel like a shitty father, not being able to catch up to him, not being able to run. Shoot, who am I kidding, I was barely able to walk.

Add to this my sciatica is just killing me, and I am just hobbling around.

It’s a depressing state of affairs.

Week 145- Stronger than The Crave!

Starting weight: 264.2
Weight last week 241.2
Current weight: 242.2
Lost this week: +1

Total lost to date: 22.0

Weight left to lose: 62.2

See, as I tweeted yesterday (@OldManConroy if you’re so inclined…) I was craving White Castle something awful. The good news here is I was able to resist the siren-like call of of Chicago's Finest and eat some Trader Joe's Pulled Chicken instead. The bad news is, apparently the very thought of ingesting those lovely little sliders cursed me with a gain of one pound, the little bastards*.

On the other hand, a trip to the caste frequently leads to an evacuation on the scale of Godzilla: Final Wars, so it might have been a good idea after all. I Was going to say “in the end” but we all know The Castle generally isn’t a good idea for the end, of for your G.I. tract in general.

Gotta get some more Oatmeal to Go tonight, or make sure I eat a good breakfast tomorrow before I go to work.

* I still love you, tiny hamburgers, but we're not good for each other. Actually, it's not me, it's you. You're making me fat.

Sorry about the lack of updates

I've been bad. I have been keeping track and will post my progress (because there HAS been progress) and back date the weigh-ins accordingly later today.
Thanks for being patient folks!