Sunday, December 31, 2017
I'm not one to usually make resolutions, although I suspect if I scanned over my year end/beginning posts on here, that statement might be put to the lie. But, as is too often the case, I'm right back at the dagnabbit, I need to change something stage again, with the weight at 227.6 lb, and various other bits of me whinging about this or that.
Like the low back pain, which turns out to be a matching hernia for the one I got a couple years ago on the other side. Or the same low back pain which might be better ascribed to the disk degeneration/osteoarthritis creeping in. The prescription for both includes losing weight, which would also do for the borderline hypertension, borderline blood sugar issues, etc etc and so on and so forth.
Also been told to strengthen up core muscles, for which I've been threatened to be dragged to kickboxing by a friend. Stay tuned on that one. If I take her up on the invitation, I'll probably be whining about pulling muscles I didn't know I had before too long.
Anyway, 2017 had been a heck of a year, one I'm happy to see off, owing to the med issues I had. Here's to the New Year, and may 2018 be the best year of all our lives.
And if you'll notice, I've made no specific resolutions during the scribbling of this piece, so you can't hold me to anything come December 31, 2018. (But do it anyway, since after all, that's what we're here for).