Do you ever wonder "what is the point of bothering?". I am sorry to say that right now, that is exactly how I feel. Before everyone rings up, no I am not feeling depressed or down, I am just feeling very pissed off. Since November, I've been working hard on my weight and fitness. I've lost just shy of two stones, which is a good thing and was necessary. That is the good side.
The bad side? It's a litany of woe. Where to start? Well I've been going to the gym regularly and my ankles and knees are suffering for it. It is not unbearable, but I am getting increasingly fed up with constant knee pain and ankle pain whenever I walk more than a few steps. My knee pain has abated somewhat over the last couple of weeks, but it has become a constant and irritating constant companion. I'd rather hoped that the weight loss would go some way to mitigating this, as les weight would put less strain. Sadly, this has not proven to be the case. It is really frustrating. But it is not the most frustrating thing.
Having been doing some serious gym work, I had just started to get to the point where I was happy with my rowing performance. I enjoy doing 10K rows. My target had been to get under 50 mins by April. I got down to 47.30. I was very pleased. I always reward myself by going to the sauna at Virgin Active in Mill Hill. Last Wednesday, I noticed something odd. When I was in the sauna and went to sit up, I had a rather odd bulge between my ribs and belly button. It was not painful, and only appeared when I tensed my abdominal muscles. I showed this to my physio, who immediately informed me that it was a large hernia and needed to be looked at. As the bottom of it was where I had the scar following my cancer surgery, I booked to see my surgeon, who I will see in mid May. In the meantime, no rowing.
A bit of a cherry on the top of the Gateaux de Merde is that I have a cold and I am covering for one of my staff, doing extra hours all week. As anyone who has ever worked in a position dealing with the general public will tell you, all of the most annoying customers always show up when you are feeling a bit rough. Don't get me wrong, I value our customers as they pay the bills, but sometimes I wish certain ones would choose days when I'm feeling a bit better to turn up! (And yes, most have been lovely).
Hopefully by tomorrow or Friday I'll feel better. I'm going to see a band later in Camden which should cheer me up, although right now, I just feel like an early night. We are nearly a third of the way through 2025. We've lost a Pope, Brian James, the founder of The Damned and Clem Burke, drummer of Blondie. I wish no ill on anyone, but I can't help but think that the Grim Reaper is doing us no favours in his choices right now.
I just hope some beer and rock and roll does the trick and tomorrow I'm feeling tickety boo! You may wonder why I am sharing such trivial woes? Because misery shared is misery halved. Talk about it, if you are feeling a bit low
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