Last July's motorcycle accident and resultant AC joint dislocation not only put the kabosh on my goal to look like Robert Downey Jr. from Iron Man (which I'd set just two weeks prior to the accident), but also put the kibosh on exercise in particular and even moving vigorously in specific. Let's face it, I got soft and weak and gained at least 15 pounds. When moving one's arm more than a little fires bolts of pain through one's body, one resists doing things that move one's arm. I don't blame the injury for all of the going-soft-ness, of course; much of what went wrong was about the psychological fallout of feeling broken and the comfort eating and stuff that followed.
Last fall, I started doing physical therapy, and when that ended, continued doing my (simple resistance) exercises at home. Earlier this spring, I cut out the comfort eating, and that stopped the weight-gain. Then, with my doctor's go-ahead, I resumed some of my previous workout schedule, slowly upping the weight I lifted and number of sit-ups, push-ups, pull-ups, and so forth. A couple of months ago, I got really sore doing this, but with further doctor's encouragement and his prescription of using tons of ibuprofen, I worked through the pain and got to a point where the shoulder just kinds of feels sore during exercise. It's like they say: Strengthen the muscles that surround an injured joint enough, and they'll support it.
Seems to be working! Maybe it's just the change from winter weather, maybe just time away from the original injury, but I've not only gotten up to the number of reps I was doing before but finally surpassed them this week. Last summer, I could do 7 full-length pull-ups in a row and 15 nose-to-the-floor (using dumbbells to add a few inches of stroke) push-ups; today I managed 12 pull-ups and 18 push-ups, despite the injury. Over the past month, I've also lost about 10 pounds through eating better and exercising regularly. Woohoo! That pretty effectively eliminates my broken feeling. Not that I don't feel a little sore, but I'm not letting that crush my spirit anymore. And if the doctor says I shouldn't worry about a little pain, I won't!
So, without further ado, a baseline photo a la
adammaker. I wanted to do this before, but just wasn't brave enough to post a pic with my injury-gut still showing. I've never posted such a pic before, so I'm feeling shy; this plus to protect your eyes, I'm putting it behind the cut:

I took this photo today (using a handy tripod on a box on a foot-stool...), June 23, to serve as a tool for tracking my physical progress. And to shame myself into getting into better shape *g* By next time I post a photo, my goal is to gain actual abdominal definition (let's be specific: a 6-pack!) and be a few pounds lighter, plus to continue to improve my muscle tone - and hopefully get my left (injured) side more balanced in strength with my right side. I expect doing this will serve two purposes: 1) Encouraging me to meet my physical-improvement goals, because now they're public; and 2) Shaming me into getting into better shape so I can post a photo I'm less shy to show y'all.
Okay, then! I'm back to reading stories for the CSSF Science Fiction Writers Workshop.
Best,
Chris
Last fall, I started doing physical therapy, and when that ended, continued doing my (simple resistance) exercises at home. Earlier this spring, I cut out the comfort eating, and that stopped the weight-gain. Then, with my doctor's go-ahead, I resumed some of my previous workout schedule, slowly upping the weight I lifted and number of sit-ups, push-ups, pull-ups, and so forth. A couple of months ago, I got really sore doing this, but with further doctor's encouragement and his prescription of using tons of ibuprofen, I worked through the pain and got to a point where the shoulder just kinds of feels sore during exercise. It's like they say: Strengthen the muscles that surround an injured joint enough, and they'll support it.
Seems to be working! Maybe it's just the change from winter weather, maybe just time away from the original injury, but I've not only gotten up to the number of reps I was doing before but finally surpassed them this week. Last summer, I could do 7 full-length pull-ups in a row and 15 nose-to-the-floor (using dumbbells to add a few inches of stroke) push-ups; today I managed 12 pull-ups and 18 push-ups, despite the injury. Over the past month, I've also lost about 10 pounds through eating better and exercising regularly. Woohoo! That pretty effectively eliminates my broken feeling. Not that I don't feel a little sore, but I'm not letting that crush my spirit anymore. And if the doctor says I shouldn't worry about a little pain, I won't!
So, without further ado, a baseline photo a la
I took this photo today (using a handy tripod on a box on a foot-stool...), June 23, to serve as a tool for tracking my physical progress. And to shame myself into getting into better shape *g* By next time I post a photo, my goal is to gain actual abdominal definition (let's be specific: a 6-pack!) and be a few pounds lighter, plus to continue to improve my muscle tone - and hopefully get my left (injured) side more balanced in strength with my right side. I expect doing this will serve two purposes: 1) Encouraging me to meet my physical-improvement goals, because now they're public; and 2) Shaming me into getting into better shape so I can post a photo I'm less shy to show y'all.
Okay, then! I'm back to reading stories for the CSSF Science Fiction Writers Workshop.
Best,
Chris
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But anyway, congrats! And, nice guns!!
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*toddles off to check*
Hooray! Now that's the real test: Not only do they fit, but for the first time in... well, sorta forever, I can wiggle 'em around all loose-like! Woohoo!
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Congrats...
I, personally, like doing push-ups and have been doing so for many, many years. In fact, in the late 1990's I got to contemplating what the number 1,000,000 actually meant and how one could perceive it in a manner that was not just abstract--but was more physical.
Thus began the process of me working up to and then beginning my quest to do 1,000,000 push ups.
I began counting in January of 1998 and generally do about 250 push ups (in 5 sets of 50) 5-6 times a week when I can.
This morning, I finished number 778,250.
Now, I'm not advocating you start doing this.. but your quest made me think of my own quest..and I thought you might find it interesting.. :)
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Perhaps I shall join you in this quest. It's sort of the Everest of push-up-dom....
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Since I like to do fun calculation type stuff.. I once figured out that during each push up that I, conservatively estimated, probably raise and lower my center of mass 15-20cm.
This means that, added together, once I've reached a million, I will have lifted my center of gravity--using only my own arm and back muscles--150 to 200 km straight up. :)
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I wonder how many years it would take to reach the Moon....
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Have you got it figured out to set the pic up the same each time? because once it's far enough along, it will make an awesome animated gif!
and.. oh how I empathize with having a weaker side from an accident. I can't pick up a saucepan full of stuff and hold it to drain off the liquid into a container, because it takes both hands to hold it up. Sure wish I could demo *that* for the judge/mediator.
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Yikes - I had no idea you were still suffering so massively. It'll get better, I promise.
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What suffering?
If it prevents me from having to cook, it's a blessing.
But yah, a real annoyance though, that one doc warned me it may *never* stop coming and going.
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;-)
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