Sometimes
I feel like I’m living in an alternative universe. Losing a bunch of weight has
that effect. So does a wife who works-out regularly. I had weight loss surgery.
Michelle has a personal trainer. It’s been almost a year for both of us and the
results are amazing. I've lost 112 pounds of unwanted fat. Michelle is a lean
and toned workout machine.
It’s
a little like a Far Side cartoon. Me sitting on the couch; Michelle walking up
and saying, “Feel my muscle.”
That’s
not to say I don’t work-out. I’m just not much for the drill sergeant routine.
I’m more or a slow-twitch endurance kind of guy, which works for and against
me. Sometimes I don’t know when to quit. I've been known to do stupid things
like keep running, even after I know I've pulled a muscle. Most people would
immediately stop and phone home. Most people would, but not me. That takes a
special kind of smart that I just don’t have.
It’s
been two weeks and my leg feels good. Unfortunately, my back doesn't. Just when I thought it was safe to go back outside and play, my back is giving me fits.
My back has been much better since losing weight, but there’s an exception to
every rule. I know I need a few more days of rest and inactivity for a full
recovery. Knowing and doing are two completely different concepts.
Like I said,
that takes a special kind if smart.
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