It’s been a few months since I shot this video. I can actually do three sets of five with just the bar (45 pounds). If I increase the weight to 50 pounds, I can usually get in one set of five.
Lately, I’ve been using a Swiss Bar (aka a Football Bar, aka a Multigrip Bar). The biggest reason I switched to this is because I want to develop my triceps a little bit. I have a lot of hanging skin from all the weight I lost, and that’s the part of my body that bugs me the most. My brother’s bar is a 40 pound one and I reliably do three sets of five with just the bar. I’ve started adding five pounds, for a total of 50, and that’s going quite well. In addition to working a different part of my arm, it also helps with my shoulder. Almost two years ago, I fell at work and broke my left proximal humorous. My left shoulder has been much weaker than my right, though it’s getting closer to being the same.
Yesterday, I was supposed to do the 5K at the Parma Pierogi Run/Walk. Unfortunately, I hurt my knee a few weeks ago.
Actually I think it might just be an arthritis flare. About 10 years ago, Gidgette scratched my leg and I ended up with a blood stream infection and septic arthritis in my knee. They went in and surgically debrided it. Since I didn’t have any insurance, I wasn’t able to get physical therapy afterwards. The knee has never been the same.
Regardless, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to go 3+ miles yesterday. I turned off at the 1 mile walk mark.
I ended up doing the mile in 18:45, which isn’t too bad considering I didn’t stress my body too much. I’m totally happy with it. Mainly because I DID IT!!!!! It was my first race.
I’m going to get an orthopedist appointment in the next few weeks. I really like the guy who treats my arthritic shoulder. Hopefully he does knees too. If not, I’ll gain another orthopedist to go along with him and the back specialist (years of being beyond obese wrecks havoc on joints).
I really do want to do a 5K. I signed up for the Cleveland Marathon 5K in October.
I signed up for a 5K on July 3rd. It’s been a few weeks since I last went out for a walk/run. Things have been super busy at work and I’ve been working late on Tuesdays and Thursdays, not to mention Saturdays.
I had been lifting Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. And then going for a run on Monday, Wednesday and Friday.
But between all the crap at work and being under the weather with allergies and my second Covid shot… Well, my motivation and energy were lacking.
I think I only have 2 more weeks of insanity at work. And as long as the weather is nice, I need to at least go out for 20 minutes or so.
I think this is the first time I’m going to post a picture of myself…. actually a video. This is VERY HARD for me. I probably should post a before picture first.
This wasn’t even at my heaviest. I topped out at 440 pounds before having my first of two bariatric procedures. My treatment team saved my life. If you’ve ever seen “My 600 Pound Life”….. well, that’s where my life was going.
I ended up losing 275 pounds. I gained some pandemic weight, but I’m working on losing that. I’m working out with my brother three times a week doing strength training. And them I’m doing Couch to 5K three days a week. Sunday is my day of rest. Here’s the video from today.
Clearly a big change in the last 5.5 years. I feel better. I’m happier. I’m more confident.
Fibro has decided to beat up my body again. I don’t know if I can keep myself from crying. Please no kind words about it’s ok to cry. I’ve heard them all and, well, that message is too ingrained in my head still.
Well, isn’t this fun. I’m going to do some stretches. Hopefully without screaming.
This is the first time I’ve been on Cymbalta. I’ve been on it a month. It’s definitely made a difference in my depression, but I think it’s helping the pain too. I finally came out of that flare. God it felt like it lasted forever. The pain is almost totally in remission. The fatigue not so much. But I think I’ve been pushing my body a bit hard. If I want out of the house, I have to go where the car goes.
But… I got permission to take the car to the park tomorrow. I’m going to take some pictures. I miss doing that. I can shoot on my good camera until the battery dies. I’ll have to get a new charger for it as it’s 220 not 110 like the States. My old camera takes regular batteries so I’ll grab some of those and just relax. m I can do some easy hiking and get some exercise.
Lots of rest today. I knew that was going to happen. But I did do my cardio and about 75% of the ab workout. Oye, my abs sure do feel it.
There’s a punching part to the cardio workout and while I’m doing it, I find myself angry. Ten years ago (actually longer) my therapist promised I’d get angry someday. I never really believed him. And maybe I’ve had flashes here and there, but never Anger. When I’m doing those punches, I’m pissed off as hell. And I have a picture of certain people in my mind.
Now I’m sweaty and tired. I’m going to try to take a shower (ugh, night showers, still rough) and chill out until bedtime. I’ve got “Robin Hood: Men in Tights” queued up in VLC. So I’m up for a good laugh. Either that, or I’m going to put a season of Star Trek: TNG (the best one, IMHO) in queue.
And if a certain cat doesn’t stop walking across the desk as I type, there will be cat soup for dinner. I won’t mention any names but she’s chubby and brown and her name starts with a G and end with an idgette.
Did the cardio workout. I had to let my Achilles tendon heal after a small tear. I also managed to do the abs part of the workout. Holy cow. Talk about intense. I did them flat on my bed (no I didn’t cheat and use it like a springboard) because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get up off the floor.
I have the whole pink pajama story. I’m a little afraid to put it into words. I know that sounds stupid. But it feels like that would make it too real. And there’s nobody here I trust enough to tell the story to.
In other news I have this rash thing spreading across my face. They look like bright red zits. The dermatologist I saw said they’re inflamed hair something or others. And the redness was from the capillaries bleeding around them. Now I’m seeing them on my arms. I’m fairly certain they’re not from my meds. They all list rash in the allergic reaction section. This isn’t an allergic rash. I’ve had those. And no wonder I have on appetite. Every single friggin’ drug I’m on lists appetite suppression as a common side effect.