How a Pain probably saved my life.
Coming back from IRIP last year, I rode with Jay Cox, Fireman Dave, Nurse Darlene, Leatherchick Laura and her boyfriend (I think. If not, sorry Laura...) from Indian Point to Dallas. A long ride for an overweight damn near fifty year old sumbitch like me. When we got to Dave ands Darlene's place, I could barely get off the damn bike. My hip hurt so bad I was seeing double.
I managed to make it through the evening, and even lived to ride the last 300 miles to San Antonio.
Still hurting the next morning when I get out of bed, and figure I should call the Doctor. (I hate Doctors. Many unpleasant memories of time spent in thier offices with my late wife!).
Doctor orders x-rays and blood work, says to come back in a month.
Come back and the Doctor tells me I have arthritis. (No Shit...). He also mentions that my cholesterol was a bit high (235). So were my blood sugars (352). Damn!! I'm diabetic. (My wife died from complications of diabetes). He recomended I lose some weight. (I weighed 319 pounds at the time...)
This was all it took to convince me to change my ways. I do not want to go through what Donna went through.
I cut out a lot of what I was eating (Whataburger and Carls, Jr.), and started eating more fruits and vegetables. Switched from Mountain Dew to Diet Mountain Dew (I think this may have been the most difficult for me). Started riding stationary bike. Quit that after I wrecked it (That's a story best told on another day...). Have got to get back on that. Been off it for 2 months now. Probably have to start all over again. First thing Monday Morning.
My Cholesterol is coming down (197 in October...), my blood sugars are running under 120 (140 is good for a diabetic)
And when I stepped on my step-father's scale, which he assures me is a half pound heavy compared to the scale at his Doctor's office, i weighed 279 pounds. That is a weight loss of 49 pounds since July 15. I hope to be at or under 250 pounds by IRIP III. The Doctor wants me down to 185 pounds.
I am convinced that if I hadn't had the pain I did in my hip, I would not have seen my 50th birthday (Which I will celebrate on March 24). I thank God every day for that pain. I still have it , but not as bad. It simply reminds me that I was headed for an early demise. Hopefully when I hit 185 pounds (IRIP IV?), it won't hurt any more. Well, the Flexeril is kickin' in. Good night, all.