March 20th, 2002

Roman

getting out

Lazy this morning already. I got up at about 5:45 but have done almost nothing. Certainly I am not dressed.

Today I see the podiatrist at two, get my feet molded for orthotics, and later I see Jill.

Tomatoes are popping on food tv this morning.
Roman

195-pound weaking

my right arm hurts. I did the body sculping video with Tracie Long last night, and the only thing I can think would have affected this part of my arm is the lat rows. Didn't used to bother me, though. So am I falling apart?
Roman

succulent wild women

I got rid of this group, took it off my list of friends. It is dominated by twenty-somethings who don't interest me. Perhaps this comes from the cartoonish nature of the book itself. For my taste, too much poetry, too many wise sayings, too many cute jokes. I admit to being curmudgeonly.
  • Current Mood
    apathetic apathetic
Roman

pieces of the puzzle

I saw the podiatrist for the first time today. He's a big man, balding, with an outsize sense of humor. His wit is similar to mine, so I felt at home there rather quickly, was trading barbs before long.

He looked at my legs, made loud noises about how out of alignment my knees are, and said yes, orthotics may help. But they won't do it alone even if they do work. He told me one more exercise I can do using weight machines and clarified the one Deborah had told me. When I asked if he had this in writing so I'd remember, that I had not brought my notebook in with me, he started scribbling on the disposable cloth under my feet. That worked.

Next week I'll go in to get my feet molded.