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A NEW REASON TO DIET
16 March 2004
Ive finally figured out a better reason to diet. Better than being healthy. Better than being physically fit to go back to Australia next year. Better than to fit into all of my skinny clothes.
Its my &^$#@ shoulder.
Yes, there is still pain and, quite frankly, Im getting pretty tired of it. My physical therapist says that there is probably residual tendinitis and that until I get range of motion back, Ill always have pain.
OK. So getting range of motion back requires doing the exercises.
Most of the exercises are just fine. In fact, stretching up way over my head actually feels good. Thats not where it hurts.
Where it hurts is where she told me would be the last mobility that would come back--the arm behind the back movement.
This makes it painful to buckle myself in the passenger seat of our car (some cars are easier than others, but I feel like either a toddler or Walts mother--I have to have him buckle me in when we get into the car). Its nearly a year, for Petes sake and I still cant buckle myself into the damn car seat!
It hurts to put my hand into my pocket...once it gets there its fine, but getting it into the pocket is painful--thats pretty pathetic.
It also hurts to wash parts of my body that are difficult to reach---and theres the rub.
One reason they are so difficult to reach is that there is so much area to work around. The reason why it hurts to get my had into my pocket is because my ^%#$@ hips stick out so far.
We sat next to some waif at the theatre the other night. She sat in the seat next to Walt and could have fit her identical twin next to her, with room to spare (turned out she was the assistant publicity person and a lovely person....but so damn thin!), while I was busy tucking rolls of flab in around me so they wouldnt flop over onto the man sitting next to me (the one who was already having his own problems with the action on stage!)
Now for someone who is relatively intelligent, it certainly has taken me a long time to realize that if there were less of me, it would be easier to reach around behind myself, to work that arm to get mobility back.
So forget all the fancy excuses Ive told myself for the past two years about losing weight.
Forget all the lofty goals, the altruistic sounding "I just want to be healthy" crap.
I need to lose the fat so I can reach around behind myself and get this damn arm mobile again.
This isnt rocket science, Beverly.
There is a chance...I don't want to jinx it by saying it's likely...but there is a chance we will have a working bathroom this week.
Scott has finished the painting and as soon as the new sink comes (the first one had to be re-done because the marble guys screwed up), all that is left to do is put in the sink, put the tile on the floor, replace the floor boards and put in the mirror.
He was talking about possibly the end of this week. Hold the good thought.
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