Backs and diets and other nonsense
My back is stuffed again.
I was sorting out a big pile of yarn with Mom (don’t ask) yesterday morning, when there’s a knock on the door. I jumped up, hopped over the stash of bags and stuff and tripped slightly over the stair gate we use to keep RJ out of the kitchen.
Get to the front door, open it to see a delivery bloke there with a big box in hand. I take the box, turn to put it on the floor in the hall and next thing you know, I’m on my knees.
Delivery bloke looks scared and about to bolt. I think it’s only his loyalty to the small electronic gadget in his hand which requires a signature that is keeping him at my door. That and it probably administers an electric shock if he dares leave the premises without a scribble on the screen.
Mom obliges with a scribble and I spend the next ten minutes trying to regain my feet with what I can only describe as a 240v charge coursing through my lower back.
During the course of the day, the agonising muscle spasms relax their hold somewhat, and by bedtime it just felt like there was a taser attached to my right buttock.
Today hasn’t been much better. I had to dig out my old elbow crutches to help me walk about, as it’s bloody inconvenient and a tad distressing for the children when I collapse in a heap without warning when my sciatic nerve goes on the blink.
So, I have come to a decision. One of the things my doc pointed out was the excess weight around my waist that is a contributing factor to the stress on my lower spine. It’s not exactly a spare tyre, more like a full set of spares for the Michelin man. I am going to set myself a goal of shifting a stone in weight (14lbs for my North American readers) by the beginning of May. I’m 36 this year, and we’re of on holiday the week before my birthday, so I want to be able to wear a regular swimsuit instead of the maternity one I’ve been clinging onto for the past 9 years. No, I’m not brave enough for a bikini and I don’t think Portugal is ready for such a sight.
Slimming World is going to be my diet of preference. If that hasn’t shifted a few pounds by the end of the month, I’ll switch to the Rosemary Conley one, as I’ve a couple of her books. Here’s crossing my fingers and locking the fridge door that I can achieve my goal.
Ah, remind me to NOT bring home baked yummy things next time we see you then - bag of apples instead?
And what set of tyres? One maybe, one of those slimline racing cycle ones….
Comment by Sarah, Dino and Mimi — March 4, 2008 @ 10:03 pm
Reinstate your willpower and you’ll have no problem - need a cheer or boost then give me a call.
xx
Comment by Andrea — March 4, 2008 @ 10:27 pm
want a diet partner? I want to get back into my old trousers and shed the at least stone excess I’m carting as well as getting a wee bit fitter over the next couple months (or I’m never gonna keep up with the kids at school!)
Comment by jax — March 4, 2008 @ 10:37 pm
Really sorry to hear of your back troubles
I’m off to Portugual as well soon (sounds like we come back as you go out) so decided last night I’m running out of time to shift some excess weight. Never done slimming world but have heard good stuff about it.
At least after the shock of me being in a swimsuit, Portugal will be more tolerant when you get there
Comment by Kirsty — March 5, 2008 @ 9:05 am
you could have me as a diet partner as well. I´m doing Weight Watchers the second week now and have lost 3 kg already. 18 more to go. Have been told that this is better for my back too!
Hope you did get my eMail, I´ve been worried, why you haven´t responded yet.
Comment by Elisa — March 5, 2008 @ 9:08 pm