Well, I guess I’ve been ignoring this long enough. I had my regular checkup with the doc this week. It went well. My A1C was 5.9, down from over 7. This made Dr. Mr. Doc very happy. My BP was 130/70ish, not bad at all. I’ve lost nearly 65 pounds, with my scale borked I will never know the actual amount. Weigh-in at the doc was 210ish, fully dressed, with shoes, carrying my keys, cellphone, and a few gallons of water and breakfast.
However, the last few weeks have been a real struggle. My wrist pain is back and my shoulders are killing me. This is highly demotivating for me. The main reasons I gave up the dirt bike were back and wrist pain. The back is way better but, just as I thought I was ready to ride, the wrist has become unbearable again. This has resulted in me taking it easy at the gym, which I HATE! I feel such a lack of accomplishment. It feels like the pain has had an overall weakening effect on me. Aside from intentionally taking it easy, I’m just not as strong as I was a month ago.
In previous years, I just called it good at this point. I “took a break” and never went back. One of the features of my character is that everything is either “win” or “no play.” I hate to lose. I will do anything to avoid it. This includes both cheating and refusing to play. Well, this time I choose to win. I don’t care how much pain or frustration it takes. I don’t care how long it takes (hell I have the rest of my life, and the doc says I’ve extended it at least another 15 years now). I haven’t figured out a way to cheat on this one, but I’m sure if I can find one, I will. But since my overall goal is happiness, I can’t yet imagine a way to cheat myself there.
Anyway, Dr. Mr. Doc gave me some anti-inflammatory drugs for my wrist and shoulders. They’ve already made a huge difference. Today’s workout felt much better, though I skipped cardio and focused on weights. My new scale comes tomorrow. Next Wednesday will be my official weigh-in on the new scale and the development of my next series of goals.
Here’s to “Never give up. Never surrender.” <lifting my glass of protein drink>
I'm on a lifelong quest to find the perfect balance between strawberry smoothies and pizza slices. A self-proclaimed gym enthusiast who believes rest days are just as crucial as leg days—especially if they involve NASCAR racing. I lift weights, but only so I can justify my love for chocolate cake. When I'm not at the gym, you’ll find me riding dirt bikes or capturing the thrill of motorsport through my camera lens. Join me as I navigate the highs and lows of fitness, where progress is measured in reps, and cheat meals are a form of self-care.
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