5 Months

Wow. 5 months. I still remember lying awake at 3am in mid-January for something like 18 straight nights. Man, I watched a ton of crappy movies on TNT. But not Honey. Jessica Alba. Mmmm. She made many nights bearable.

Anyway, with my leg trapped in a clunky brace, I wondered whether I'd ever sleep through an entire night, let alone walk again. Now? Well, I'm still a tad bitter about my gimpiness, but I'm generally functional. Even my limp sometimes disappears. And I'm getting ready to try the elipitical machine for some desperately needed cardio. The recumbent bike just ain't cutting it. The 12 pounds lost immediately after the surgery returned. And these pounds I packed on aren't the type like those following an HGH cycle. These extra pounds kinda just hang on me like a cheap suit.

I'm down to 1 PT session/week. I'm heading to the gym about 5x/week, banging out most of the same exercises on my own. Plus I do tons of SLRs at home sitting on the couch every day. My right quad is still pretty squishy, but if you squint hard enough you can see the contour of some tiny muscles. Kinda like my abs when I was 12 years old.

I'm also trying to resume a normal workout schedule. Prior to the surgery, I used to head to the gym 2-3x during my lunch break at the office. These trips were in addition to the 2-3x each week I'd head to the gym in the morning. Though my somewhat chaotic work schedule isn't exactly cooperating, I'm close to recapturing that routine. And that's a good thing. My happiness is closely tied to maintaining a schedule. Just in time for summer.