Ok... as kinda promised, back to mid-life crisis mode.
In what seems to be a perfect storm of "stuff," it also seems like my body is starting to rebel. Last Friday, I mentioned (twittered) that my lower back had kind of gone out on me, actually it wasn't all too bad... it really just bugged me when I tried to get up or down... or move around... you definitely start to feel old when you must "shuffle"... anyhow you move a whole lot more than you think when any slight wrong move can lead to discomfort (I won't go as far to call it "pain"). The best I can describe it is that my lower back feels crunched down like an accordion... often accompanied with shooting discomfort down the legs (self-diagnosis would say its sciatica-ish). At the time, I was worried about dealing with the sitting for 2.5 hours for The Lion King... and in not terribly comfortable seats, but I managed. And like I said, it wasn't too bad... though over the weekend it did kind of move around to my shoulder blade area and then neck, but eventually worked itself out .
But then this morning, I am dealing with this mid-back muscular thing... that is throwing off the my chest and makes it almost feels like I had a heart attack or something... no worries it's not, it definitely has that mirror/reverse image thing that is definitely middle back, but it is kind of annoying... and for someone who until very lately had a hard time reconciling his age, I have to say I am starting to feel it... and quickly!
Another thing that has decided to shut down is my metabolism. A lot of folks kept telling me that once I hit 40 that things would change and it does almost seem as if a switch flipped. I have been lucky to be one of those people who has never had to worry about weight and pretty much since I reached my "adult" weight I have been +/-5 pounds for I'd say a good 20 years without much worry about diet or exercise.
Now, I knew that had changed fairly in the past year or so, but I was a little surprised (ok, shocked!) to see by how much when I weighed myself this weekend. Well, it was under the guise of weighing Rocky since I/we thought he had gained weight... which he did, if you can call a 1/2 lb-ish weight "gain." Anyhow, I figured I had put on probably 15-20 lbs... so I weighed it and it came out to be 35-40 lbs, well that was an eye-opener. The good news is vs. my "starting" weight (what I had been most of my adult life) I was underweight for my height, by that 15 lbs or so... so this "new" weight now puts me on the upper limit of "normal weight" for my height. Yikes!
So I'm not sure what happens next, I should make an effort to move around a bit more ... this is definitely a case where having your commute be a walk down a hallway is not a great thing... and I should take Rocky along, as he is another thing I feel like I am dropping the ball re: his exercise and activity level (which leads him to "I'm bored" behavior, i.e. the cats being in constant "level red" terror alert status).
That's today's diatribe... maybe writing things down will make a difference! Ha!
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