Chewing the fat. No pun intended.

I've got to get myself off this damned merry-go-round. Lose a few pounds, gain a few pounds, lose it again, gain it again. I will go down in the Guinness Book of Records as the person who lost the least amount of weight in the most amount of time EVER.
It just figures that right when I'm ready to hit the gym full-throttle, I end up with compressed discs in my neck! No feeling or strength in my left hand or forearm at all. A little feeling in my right hand. Feet are a wee bit weak, but still getting me from place to place. I've been going to a physical therapist for traction and he has now suggested an inversion table and a home traction device. Should have kept my big house with the home gym instead of downsizing to a condo. LOL Good thing Ryan's leaving for school in 2 weeks----I can take over his room for a while.
And of course, NOW, is when my husband decides to start working out---after 20 years of me hounding him to join the gym, he finally has and he's actually going. Talk about adding insult to MY injury! AAAARGH!