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I've never figured out the complexities of tennis elbow recovery. This is my second serious bout with it and last time was just as problematic. I'd do all the right things with no results and then do stupid things and get results. Sometimes, I think the best therapy for tennis elbow should be based on the chaos theory. Come to think about it, the same thing seems to hold true for diets. Eat sensibly, exercise, count calories and gain 5 pounds seemingly overnight and be unable to zip up the knickers.
After no symptoms for a while and being careful to perform all exercises, etc., I returned for my first fencing lesson.
Training for Reno is going to be problematic but then again, I have almost always been training with some body part or another being non-functional or hurting.
Last time I just had all my hair cut off. This time, there's not enough hair to make that kind of sacrifice.
I have a feeling I'm going to be
On the main level of our home, in an unfortunately prominent location, we have three bowling trophies that my husband's parents earned back in the 70s at various city-wide competitions. These are not small trophies and were from significant events so my husband insisted that we had to keep them after his parents died. However, his parents had moved them to the basement of their home 2-3 decades ago and cheap metal coating tends to corrode over a period of time when kept in a damp basement. Thus,
I have finally succeeded in zipping up the knickers after last week's rather sudden and excessive weight gain and I've submitted my registration and booked room and flight for Reno. I guess I'm going.
Now to do something about the shoulder, the back, the elbow, and the extra weight around the middle that's forcing me to lie down if I want to zip up those knickers.
After pigging out on old fashioned, homemade ice cream cake roll, I tipped the scale W-A-Y over the maximum I allow myself to weight. The result? Super energy followed by crash-and-burn depression that was NOT helped by looking at the scale. By forcing myself to the gym repeatedly and limiting myself to soup or one slice of meat on one slice of bread, I've managed to get down to being only slightly above the maximum I allow myself to weigh.
It's not about appearance; it's about