Observation #41 Body Breakdown

I have two young daughters. They are the best. They both went to nursery school. They learnt about healthy lifestyles. They learn about fruits and vegetables and taking care of their bodies. The teacher told them that if didn’t do all the right things, they would experience “body breakdown.” I have embraced that phrase. Whenever I hurt something or have an incident like aforementioned poo problem, I just say we’ve got “body breakdown.”

The one thing I have feared the most about Operation 180 is not that I won’t reach my goal weight. Even if I don’t I will be in a much better place. The one thing I fear is that I won’t reach the end. To give up before the 180 days would be weak. I don’t fear giving up. I fear hurting my back. Like clockwork, every three months or so, I throw my back out. Body breakdown. The strangest thing about is it happens at the most weirdest of  times, not when I am straining myself. Washing my hair. Wiping my rear end. Getting a glass down from the cupboard. Imagine that scene when I put my back out in the washroom. The grunts of pain. The yelps of agony. Getting myself to a place of comfort, lying on the floor. Bare ass naked.

The other day I thought I did it again. I was putting a Bounce sheet in the dryer. Yes ladies, this dreamboat does laundry too. I felt the twinge. The tremor before the earthquake. I instantly thought that I would be on the shelf for a week or so. I was instantly miserable. Not because of the pain but because of Operation 180.

“Daddy, why are you sad?”

“Daddy has body breakdown.”

I quickly went into a prevent defence. I took some Advils and some back medication. I also took it easy. When this does happen I try not to tell my wife. She is a pharmacist and wants to help me. Maybe it’s the martyr in me but I hate being taken care of. I just feel like I’m letting people down. I managed to survive. I worked out the next day cautiously. It was just reminder that I am still in a state where body breakdown can happen at anytime.