The Dating Pool – Part 1

Now that I’ve lost so much weight I feel much more positive about myself and more self confident. Since I’ve been working so hard on me, and all that implies (mental and physical), I thought I’d give on-line dating another try. This time, I tried eHarmony. Maybe that was a mistake, I don’t know.

There is only ONE guy who has answered my request to communicate. There are like 30 others that haven’t had the decency to reply or even “close” communication. Whatever. It seems like a lot of money to spend per month to not reply to someone. I’ve tried both the suggested way of communicating and going right to e-mail, and nothing.

Except for the one guy. We went through the whole eHarmony process and then went to e-mail and then he asked if he could call me. He is the most polite, gentlemanly guy I’ve come across. He texts me to ask if it is a good time to call. He was on vacation with his family the last 10 days and he texted three times and called me once. Nice. Not pushy, but at least he kept in contact and I know he’s still interested. He asked if I’d like to go out with him when he gets back, so we’re going to meet this Sunday for lunch.

I’m hoping it’ll be much better than the last date I went on!

Physical Torture

Yeah, that’s what they call it at my therapy place. I know they’re there to make me feel better, to help me with what is aching and paining me, but I secretly think they enjoy making you hurt.

My evaluation appointment was actually kind of fun when I first got there. There were so many people who were so glad to see me, hugs and compliments on my weight loss, chatting to catch up, it was great. The therapist I had for my knee is the one I’m going to (along with another guy when she wasn’t available) for the hip.

So she poked into my hip/groin area. She made me go through all these range of motion things for my hip and my back because the problem may have been coming from my back, which it isn’t.

Then when she had the problem diagnosed, she asked if she could do some stretching to see if she could get it to stop clunking every time I take a step. Right up front I need you to know that it worked and didn’t start clunking again till after I got home from dinner last night (around 8:30).

What she did was STRAP HERSELF to my bent leg with a big long seat belt. I was laying on the treatment table and she stood next to my bent knee, put a folded up pillow in my, ahh, crotch, and buckled in. Then she started rotating my leg/hip, which takes a lot because I’m really flexible and so she really has to work at getting some sort of stretch in there.

I’m in pain today. Mission accomplished.

And I have another appointment tonight after work.

With the guy.

Not embarrassing at all.

New Toy, oy, oy!

Yes, it is lavender!

It was time to upgrade. I am a spoiled girl. I really am!

Diagnosis...

I have an injury to my hip flexor. Whatever that is. I have to go to the store and get a soccer ball or something of that ilk for use with my home exercises. At least it's fixable!

2 posts in one day. It's like a St. Patty's Miracle!

Happy Saint Patrick's Day!!!!!

Check it out! 2 posts in ONE WEEK!

Hippy Hippy... Aw Hell.

One of the resolutions I made was to post more frequently here on the ole blog. Here it is, March and I haven’t posted one damn thing. I also resolved to have my taxes done by the end of February, and they still have to be taken care of.

We’ll see how long I can keep this going. You may get some old news since I don’t have too much new going on. And my weight loss can’t be too exciting to anyone but me, my family, and dear friends. I don’t want this to become a weight loss blog.

I’ve lost just under 70lbs now. I’ve been going to the gym. If you know me at all, that’s shocking in and of itself. Here is another shocker… I have a gym injury.

I did something to my hip. I think I was using my hip instead of my thigh muscle to do leg presses. Now it clicks when I walk. Like I needed any more problems. Sheesh. I went to the doctor and we tried the rest and anti-inflammatory medication route, which didn’t work after the prescribed time. So I’m starting Physical Therapy on Wednesday. I’m praying there isn’t something seriously wrong with the damn thing.

To rip or not to rip...

Hey! Hi! Hello!

I need your opinion... Should I rip this sweater out and start over from scratch?

This is how it fit a year ago.

Man I look like crap. How tired am I?

This is how it fits now. So do I completely rip it out and start over? I'm leaning toward yes.