TDetroit’s ramblings and nonsense

I was such a perfect child…ok, would you believe a please to raise…would you believe I never got into real trouble….would you believe I never got caught…

anyway.  I used to drive my mom nuts with my hygeine.  I washed my hands everytime I entered the house, before and after every meal, in the morning first thing when I woke up, last thing before bed.  Showers, I never had to be told to get squeaky clean.

So here I am, the father of four - 4 who do not believe in washing hands, brushing teeth, combing hair, taking showers… hell, my biggest problem is getting the food "in" the mouths and not "on" the mouths. 

One has breath that you can smell at three feet away, and when you ask if he brushed his teeth WITH LISTERINE he lies.  He doesn’t believe water whould ever touch him.  Aaaaaagh!  Clearly my wife cheated on me, he’s not my kid!

Where did I go wrong?  OMG!  I sound like my mom.  Where did I put my hand gun?  I need to shoot myself.

A very special lady told me to put heat on the muscle pain. 

Duh!  You would think I would remember that.  How many times have I posted that in the injury forum.  Doh!

So for the past two nights, I’ve been doing the heat pad on and off. 

This morning I tried overhead presses with 10 lb DBs.  Oooouuuuuuccccccchhhhhh!  not a good idea.  So, of course I just did it again a few minutes ago.  All better now.  The pain is still there, but not as much and I have much more range of motion on my neck.

So, the injury recovery is almost complete.  Maybe I can get back in the gym tomorrow.

The whole reason I started to worked out was physical therapy to recover from a bone spur C4-C5.  Well, there you go.  I slept wrong on Saturday night and the pain came back.  Now I am awak two nights later with a heat pad under my neck.  it’s 3 am and people reading my posts on various websites are going to think I am crazy - check that, they will have verification I am crazy.  I expect to be wearing a straight white vest by the end of the week.

HAHAHAHA They’re coming to take me away  haha hehe hoho whowho.  (ok youngsters, it’s an old song)

…or at least I believe I always was.  I think the trainer who measured my height when I put it on bb.com was wrong.  My dad is 5′8"  and I easily have him beat.  That’s my story and I am sticking to it.

Anyway, today the gym, I got back to 245 for 5 reps on the squat rack.  I needed a spotter and there was actually no one in the gym that looked like they could handle it.  so I grabbed a somewhat big kid.  good arms but no legs.  He said he can’t squat because he can’t figure out how to get the bar on his back.  see, that is not an excuse.   learn it at low weights and do it once per week.

it was a great workout.  even a little bit of heart rate time.  5 min.  I left it all on the floor.  I’ll run tomorrow morning with the dog.  maybe get to the gym again on tuesday.

It is a sunny morning here in the frozen automotive land.  The type of day that fools you into thinking dumb thoughts like, "i think i’ll go for a run today". 

so, protein shake, eggbeater omellete (with a bit of my mom’s chili for kick in the butt), a double espresso…  I’ll just go a mile, but I am taking the howling father’s day present from a couple years ago, and she likes to sniff everything, so it will be like running 2 miles.

Another long day ahead.  Planning on several papercuts in the next few hours. 

I am down to 164 lbs., that’s why so much food, I expect the run to take a lot of calories, so to maintain size, I will eat a lot of clean food.  There is some chicken in the fridge for when I get back.

it started right after my protein shake in the morning - which has a banana and a strawberry.

I decided no carbs for the rest of the day - thought the definition of "rest of the day"  has yet to be determined.

I went to the gym, I’ve eaten just protein all day, and I am now dizzy and hungry and it’s only 8:41 pm.   I am also doing the pushups as well, that will totaly wear me out.

Since I’ve lost a lot of weight, it is important to gauge my sets to see if I am losing strength.  I did lose a bit of strength, but not as much as you would think 20 lbs would be. 

I did 5 sets of 10 of Bent over DB rows at 40 lbs, 5 sets of 10 of DB raises at 40 lbs, 1×9 and 1×8 of DB presses at 40 lbs (this one tells me I have lost some strentght), 5 sets of 10 of DB reverse flies at 30 lbs.  My back feels great - lol.

I am going to get the girls to school, and then showeer and take a nap.  I did something stupid last night and ended up awake until almost 1 am.  I should know by now not to go look at the blog from the 2 weeks in the hospital, especially before bedtime when the next day is a big day.

I am down to 160 from my high of 184. True the last 4 lbs was all hospital food (yuk, fried fried and fried). But the loss of the 20 lbs, must clearly be mostly muscle. I don’t seem to be able to eat enough to keep weight.

Now I have to go through the forced bulking program again. build up to 4500 calories per day, that’s 750 calories 6 times per day. it’s disgusting, and it makes you want to throw up all the time.

I was walking past my TV, there was a commercial for the chopper thingy.  You put thihngs on a cutting board and put this thingy over top and then push down and it chops.

Anyway, for a topping for icecream, he put peanuts on the cutting board and said, "your going to love my nuts."  …. Now, I don’t want to be accused of having a dirty mind, even thought I do, but it seems to me the writers of the commercial should have predicted that someone like me would see the commercial. 

I won’t be buying that thing.

Some other favorites on the list of things men shouldn’t say:

-2 men on a green, one is lining up a put and the other says, "don’t come inside me." 

-mom says, "Johnny where were you?"  Johnny says, "I was playing with my stick."

They said it was one of the things I would have to do.  I didn’t know it would creep up on me.  It took weeks to realize it.  At first I wanted to go there, then I promised I wouldn’t ask to go there.  Then one day I just asked for her to come back here. 

I was going from room to room and not remembering why I went there.  Now I know.  I am looking for Audrey.  She’s not there.  I can spend a lot of time walking back and forth from one place to another trying to remember what was so important that I had to get up and walk.

I lose things too.  Lost a half hour yesterday looking for my wallet.  I never did that before. 

It simply occured to me that I do not believe she is not here. I keep expecting her to walk in.  When I see a picture of her, I actually have to tell myself, "she’s not here" or, "she’s not coming home".  It isn’t a shock like before.  It is simply something I have to remind myself.  I don’t seem to be getting it the first time I say it. 

Well, one phase is down - well almost.  at some point a few years from now, I might believe it. 

I can’t wait until I see the shrink again.  There is so much to report.  Ahhhggg!  I must be crazy.  I am so destined to fall on my face.  totally nuts.