What is the good of the strongest heart, in a body that is falling apart, everyday more... Oh my Creator... (Anyone know the musical?)

Had my first physio appointment today. The treatment today was all about my lower back which has been killing me the last couple of days. The therapist said it was inflamed... he asked me if I had been doing the core strengthening exercises that he prescribed last year. I said no, and tried to justify my response by telling him about all the sit-ups, weights and stretching that I have been doing. He said I'd be better off knocking off the sit-ups and just working on the flexion exercises. He asked me if I still had the printouts of the excercises, I lied and said yes. I could kick myself. I hope the therapist does not subscribe to my blog.

He's onside with the swimming as has been suggested several times by various bloggers. Next week, we will try to figure out the cause of the pain when I run.

OMG, I have to deal with the public pool at the Y. (the little voice in my head is yelling at me, Scott, it's about time isn't it? How long are you going to hang on to your fear? Isn't letting go of fear the end all to be all for you at this point in your life... the whole point of everything... well, isn't it huh...) Excuse us, we fight like this regularly.

Honestly, I could cry. I am not in a good place. I want to smoke a package of cigarettes one right after the other - but that would just make matters worse. Dinner was an entire loaf of garlic bread... you know the really good kind from the snooty bakery... talk about emotional eating.... talk about crazy...

It's ironic, Wil's post today is all about gratitude which I often have in abundance. Today, it is not immediately clear to me that I have any whatsoever. Objectively, my woes are, as they say, de minimus. I apologize to the latin scholars - there is probably a much better way of expressing the trivial nature of my problems in latin... Time to go to bed and get over it.

Who said the famous line, "Tomorrow is another day." Was that from Gone with the Wind?

Thankfully, I'm going out of town to my Sister Wendy and Brother-In-Law David's place this weekend (they live on an exquisitely beautiful island across the lake from the Picton Sandbanks on the shores of Lake Ontario if anyone knows that part of the world).

see: www.pec.on.ca photo tour (sorry I haven't figured out how to paste pictures into the template).

Here endeth today's rant.