When I was 17 I had what is called a slipped epiphysis. This basically is where the ball of the upper femur slips backwards out of the hip. The result is a deformed or fractured femur with limited movement that needs to be pinned back in place.
Now this is not a sob story, as so far my life has been exceptional as far as adventure and experiences go. But if the extra tyre around my gut, the double chin and last night one of my buddies girlfriends turning round to me and telling me, my tits were better than hers – and she has got a good pair – was not enough of wake up call, my doctor told me that if I do not start losing weight, I will have to get a hip replacement as I am putting too much pressure on my pinned hip.
So as I sit here with my last hangover for a month, I am slightly nervous and apprehensive. I know I can complete the first month. There are going to be some difficulties. For example, I completely forgot I am snowboarding with a whole group of friends in the last week of January – typically a beer fuelled week of fun. I am going to be needing some advice of how to tell friends I am not boring and how to convince myself that beer is not an essential ingredient for a great snowboarding trip.
For now I am breaking it all into bite size pieces. The first of which was a New Year’s Day breakfast without any bread or wheaty stodge.
So one meal done, 92 to go. Time to get the bike out and give it a welcome to 2014 in the horizontal rain and gale force winds.
HAPPY NEW YEAR.