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{March 12, 2013}   Small Victories

At the doctors yesterday I was elated to discover that I have lost four pounds! I know four pounds isn’t a lot, but if you think about it that’s a half gallon of milk or a can of beans. That’s just the motivation that I need to get back into boxing, broken hand or not. I still have one good hand πŸ™‚
Quick run down of my history: When I first injured my shoulder and my back I lost about ten pounds, bringing me just under my healthy weight according to the BMI. However, it didn’t take long of being laid up to gain that back, plus another ten. I’ve always struggled with my weight. I went from an obese fourteen year old to a thin, bulimic seventeen year old, to a healthy, active twenty-one year old. It’s a cycle, really. I still have my off days when I resort back to the bulimic ways, but I’ve been doing a good job with eating healthy and drinking a lot less alcohol and soda. And I’m at the point where I understand that losing fatty weight takes work.

Physical Therapy today. It’s raining cats and dogs and I really don’t feel like going anywhere. Is it just me or does it seem like every day is laundry day???



{March 4, 2013}   The Chicks Dig It!

I got the xrays done and…
Nothing’s broken! My pinky was just dislocated. The attending said the swelling was so bad he couldn’t see the dislocation. A few painful pulls and two xrays later, I’m all back together, just bruised, sore and swollen. They put a half cast on it that I’m supposed to wear for 10 days… ha! They also made me an appointment with orthopedics for Thursday because of the possibility of ligament damage, but I don’t think I’ll bother with it.
I’m a lot tougher than I look. Two days and my hand will be good as new and I’ll be back to bitching about my shoulder and back.
For now I’m working on my second espresso and getting ready for a day of shopping. On no sleep…

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β€œScars heal, glory fades/ and all we’re left with are the memories made/ pain hurts, but only for a minute/ life is short so go on and live it/ ‘ cause the chicks dig it!” ~Chris Cagle (Chicks Dig It)



{March 3, 2013}   Bath Salt Impossible

We had our first bath salt incident today. The twenty year old guy decided to try to out run the police officer who was attempting to pull him over for reckless conduct. The kid made it about a mile before trying to pass two cars on a sharp corner, ending up in a snow bank. He then got out of his vehicle and attacked the police officer who, after scuffling with him, managed to plant him face first on the pavement. They called us to check him out and he insisted he needed to go to the hospital via ambulance. He said his uncle is a federal judge and the police broke his back so he’s suing the Town. As the police tried to escort him he head butted the officer in the face and proceeded to flip out. It was quite a show. We did not transport the subject. He went via police cruiser. The arresting officer is a friend of mine and I just found out that they had to use three cans of pepper spray on the kid and then the hospital staff asked them to remove him from the premises.
Bath Salts- a terrible drug. Why in the world would someone take them knowing what happens??? It’s crazy. That kid is going to do time. His rap sheet just got exponentially longer.

Time for my evening workout πŸ™‚



{March 3, 2013}   Blood, Sweat and Tears

I’ve developed a workout routine. I turn on the tunes (Eminem, Godsmack, Queen, Disturbed- all good for kicking ass) and spend about five minutes warming up with quick, 50%-power jabs and silly dancing around, then I spend about ten minutes using 100% power kicking and jabbing. The last five minutes is cool-down mode, same activities as the first five minutes. I work up a good sweat and hit the hot-as- I-can-get- it shower.
I feel pretty good. Then later I will do my biceps curls and benching. I’m determined to get my girly figure better toned!
Shopping trip is on for tomorrow! I’m on my way to a better butch look. And I’m excited πŸ™‚
The one thing that this new boxing adventure is fouling up for me is my back and shoulder. What a great way to aggravate old injuries that you have yet to recover from. I really need to get my medical insurance back- I need the nerve blocks in my spine again and I definitely need a Chiropractor.



{March 2, 2013}   Bloody Good Time

Tip of the day- DO NOT BUY A WHITE HEAVY BAG if you’re a fool like me and prefer not wearing gloves. It will get bloody. In retrospect I now know I should have spent the extra $30 for a leather bag instead of being cheap and getting canvas. Canvas= burns. But I’m loving the workout and the release if stress and anger.

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Oh yeah, and wearing hardly any clothes πŸ™‚



Hah. I guess there is. I have too much bruising on my body, I exercise too much, I clean too much, I smoke too much, when I drink I drink too much…

My doctor is threatening to put me back on leave from the Fire Department if I don’t “chill out”. She says I’m overdoing it. All because I saw her today for a sore throat and not being able to swallow. I’ve got a severe case of strep throat and a secondary infection. Apparently I should have seen her sooner and my excuses of being too busy to bother with it just earned me a lecture. Antibiotics, rest and seventy-two hours of minimal human contact. The human contact part is no problem for me (outside of work).

So tonight’s therapy consists of a good book, a hot bath and then some good release music, today’s song is One by Metallica:



{December 14, 2012}   Six Flabby Pounds?!

scaleI was weighed at the pain care clinic the other day. I usually just skip it. Like at my PCP’s office the nurse, who knows me oh-so-well, walks by the scale and slows just long enough to point at it and look at me with her head turned slightly sideways, like a curious dog. I don’t even look at the scale, I just say “no thank you” and we continue on to the room. I don’t even weigh myself at home because if I find I’ve gained ONE pound I getΒ  upset. Even if I’m menstruating. The extra pounds weigh on my mind (pun intended, hah) and I torture myself with them. The other day the phlebotomist caught me off guard and I just stepped onto the scale. To my horror I have gained six pounds since the last time I was weighed (I think about eleven months ago) and I’m not even menstruating! I’m not sure how this happened, and since I haven’t been weighing myself I have no idea when it happened. Or how it happened. My diet hasn’t changed in ages. All I know is that I’m not happy about it. Now I have to do damage control. Well, I have to figure out how to do damage control. It’s difficult for me to do much exercise anymore because of my back and shoulder. Maybe, just MAYBE, those six pounds have to do with gaining muscle. Muscle does weigh more than fat, and I’ve been doing a lot of difficult things with the fire department, while wearing sixty-plus pounds of gear, including the tools (haligan, etc). I’m so desperate for an excuse to this weight gain that I’m even thinking how I could have gained muscle-weight by having to climb two flights of stairs to get to my bedroom now, before I moved back in here my bedroom was on the ground level and there was no need for me to climb stairs.

But I know there are no excuses. I must get my lazy ass in gear and do something about it. Losing weight isn’t a miracle, it’s work. Oh the stresses!!!



{October 24, 2012}   Surfing the Diets

I’ve been surfing online for over an hour now for an affordable weight-loss pill, seeing as the ones I’ve been taking have seemed to stop working. By affordable I mean twenty dollars or less. I stumbled across the Diet Dots you see on the left here. The reviews are unbelievable, as in I’m not sure the company didn’t write them to try and sell their products. One ‘customer’ wrote that she lost eight pounds in the first two weeks and ten pounds the following two weeks of taking it. She claims she didn’t change her diet and she doesn’t exercise. Hmmm… eighteen pounds gone in a month without any work put into it? I’m a bit skeptical, but for four dollars I think I’ll give it a try. IF it does such miracle work by itself, just imagine what it would do with some exercise and calorie restriction! Maybe I could finally reach my goal weight. Maybe tonight when the stores are empty I will go get some for a trial, and also pick up a new jump rope because the dog thought mine looked like a fun tug-of-war toy, and my niece agreed with him whole-heartedly.

I need underwear like this. Good motivational tool.

Right now I’m saving up money to buy a good punching bag, more for my mental well being than exercise. I don’t want to be one of those women who is all muscular and scary looking. I just want to lose more weight and have a healthy way to let my anger out. My father says that if I have a punching bag to let my anger out on I’ll end up with broken hands. Ha! He sure does know me, but I learned how to effectively punch when I took martial arts and self defense classes. Now if only I could get my mother to stop bringing me pants. The thought is a good one, but she hands them to me and says, “You’re the only one I can think of that’s small enough to squeeze into these”. And then I can’t squeeze into them. Hello! I’m not a size zero! Yet.

Make the flabbiness go away.

Make the love handles melt.

Make my thunder thighs slim.

Make my upper arms still, not jiggly.

Make my face sharp and shapely, not round and pudgy.



{August 26, 2012}   I’m a Moron

So my back’s messed up, right? Guess what I did yesterday? I went on a Mountain Rescue, like a moron. We had to carry the guy out from the top of the trail, which is 5.20 miles in from the trail head. I am paying for it today! When will I ever learn? Or will I ever learn? I just rolled out of bed two hours ago and I think I’m headed back there. I’m hurting and I’m exhausted form not getting any quality sleep. Ugh.



{April 4, 2012}   No Longer A Prisoner

Yesterday was my last day of physical therapy πŸ™‚Β  I’m no longer a prisoner to the clinic! My progress at PT has plateaued so now I can just continue doing exercises with a home program. I’m relieved to not have to go to the clinic anymore. It was stressful with all of the other patients. I felt claustrophobic and crowded. So… yay πŸ˜€

I returned to my orthopedic doctor this morning and thankfully she didn’t make me remove my shirt because then she would have been grilling me about bruises and my ‘home-life’. The other some-what good news is I don’t have to return to her for three months unless I feel I need to see her before then. Hopefully this pain will also go away soon, it sucks.

The bad news: I’ve been very cranky off and on for the past several days. I gave my psychotherapist and my physical therapist some serious attitude yesterday, which I feel guilty about. I’m just not a people person. At least not a face-to-face people person. It’s kind of crazy, I’m fine now, but in the next hour or two I may be very angry and losing my temper. That will only last for an hour, two tops. I feel insane.



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