So I have been on my back for the past four days after pulling a muscle in the lower portion of said region. Excruciating pain, inability to walk/move and just downright miserable.
So this morning, I get out of bed and I can walk. Huzzah! My father, who has invited himself to stay with me, has been walking five miles a day around a local track. At 190 he is trying to lose weight to impress some chick he is digging. Feel free to gag.
That is when he told me that I need to avoid any exercise “Because at your weight you could kill yourself,” * Blank stare *
“I think you should at least lose another 15 pounds before getting active,” “You need to listen to me and not all of your little friends because I know what I am talking about,” “I think you should wait until at least Spring,”
Mind you, I hadn’t even had a cup of coffee yet, which is detrimental in catching me in a good mood.

I had to ask. “Now, Dad, what friends would you be talking about?” He didn’t have an answer. I told him that the only advice I am getting is from an online weight loss forum (you guys) because a lot of these people have been through the ups and downs of weight loss and usually that is where I get my support.
You can see from my ticker that I am by no means unable to move. They don’t have to cut a wall down on national TV to get me out of a house. ****, I even went roller skating last week and did laps around my nine year old sister. I was winded – but I rocked the house to Hannah Montana.
Is he smoking crack or am I just not taking advice well?



I love your subject line.
