babble, body talk, mental health, sciatica, story of my life

In Which I’m Really Worried About My Weight

April 2010 – 408lbs I weighed myself this morning. The scales said 399.8lbs. My heart said: "You knew it before you stepped on the scales." I've been getting winded just by walking up the stairs in the house. There are thirteen stairs in our house. I've been getting really, really worried about things like walking… Continue reading In Which I’m Really Worried About My Weight

babble, exercise, fitness, physiotherapy, sciatica, story of my life

In Which Tracy Talks About Keeping Fit

If your body is saying, "No, please, let me rest," then don't keep hurting it. It needs the rest. It knows best! It's evolved for this. If you were a hunter and you were out on a hunt and your back/leg/knee/muscle suddenly gave out, you'd be so much chow for the big beasty you'd been chasing, instead of the other way around.

babble, body talk, Cauda Equina, me and my medications, sciatica, story of my life

In Which Cauda Equina Syndrome Is Mentioned

In Which Tracy Talks About Head Cysts, Infections, BEING IN A FUCKTON OF PAIN And Medication Three years or so ago, I noticed this annoying little lump on the back of my head. I forgot about it for about six months when my brush touched something that struck a lightning-bolt of pain down my neck,… Continue reading In Which Cauda Equina Syndrome Is Mentioned

babble, body talk, exercise, me and my medications, sciatica, story of my life

In Which Fatso’s Everything Hurts

I think the main problem with being overweight, by any amount, is the difference you feel in yourself and your body. Your confidence might fail, or you might get winded when walking up a flight or two of stairs. It's all completely dependant on personal circumstances and health. For me, the main problem, other than… Continue reading In Which Fatso’s Everything Hurts

babble, body talk, sciatica

In Which Fatso Is Shaking The Building

It's been a pretty quiet week, here at FGS HQ, if you don't count the back spasms that have been so bad it feels like the building's shaking. I've got a(nother) appointment to see Doctor David on Monday. I'll talk to him about the smelly sweaty panniculus thing, a weird lump on my head that's… Continue reading In Which Fatso Is Shaking The Building