A Pretty Much Almost Great Day

It's been a pretty much almost great day.

Today is my little sister's fiftieth birthday. Happy birthday, Laura!

I'm down 90.4 pounds so far. Yeah!

And, my back is killing me. Boo!

I have chronic back and knee problems. Years of running, skiing and other fitness sports best reserved for fit people, but pursued by a tank like me, have taken their toll. The best benefit of weight loss so far has been the vast reduction in pain. Every morning I get up and my knees rejoice at the reduced load. Last night I played racquetball; today I feel like a crippled old man. I haven't been this seized-up since before my surgery. I am in pain.

I'm counting it as a message from the future. A little advance notice; a reminder of daily life before surgery. Hey stupid, don't go there 'cause it hurts. Being a typical guy I'm not good with subtle reminders. I'm more of a board up-side the head kind of guy. This is one such occasion. Just in case I'm tempted to 'go back' - it is possible, there are plenty of high calorie liquids that are not restricted by the vertical sleeve - a day like today reminds that the good old days weren't that great.    

I know I have back problems. I also know weight reduction is the number one thing I can do to mitigate the problem. So I twitched or twisted the wrong way on the racquetball court, I'll be better tomorrow. I recovered before weight loss, I'll recover quicker with weight loss.

Even though it doesn't feel like it at the moment, it's all good from here.