Lately, I’ve felt that things weren’t right with my body.  Not that I’m not working out (David and I destroy ourselves 3 times a week), and not that I’m not watching what I put in my body (see previous post) – it’s that things just don’t seem to MOVE right anymore.  My shoulders hurt ALL the time, and have terrible mobility.  My knee SOUNDS bad, but seems to work OK.  My elbow hurts.  My neck hurts.  Time to call in a pro.

Having been through the V-Diet, and being an avid reader of T-Muscle, I’d heard of Chad from his books and his reputation.  When I found out he was in Los Angeles, I shot him an email to see if he could help.  He’s a busy guy, but agreed to see me next Tuesday to figure out how to get me to my goal of having my mobility back, to put on some more muscle, and to cut some last fat that will make me look like a chiseled greek GOD.

Will update.

OK, I know I’ve said this before, but I’ve GOT to lighten up on the libations.  8 days in India being hosted by the guys at SakhaTech, followed by 6 days in New Orleans with my retarded friends, then 4 days in Pismo for a 3 day golf tournament with the Dad (I took 2nd place low net), and Vegas this coming weekend for Kate’s wedding?  That’s just NOT SAFE.  I’m actually AFRAID of a Halloween where Pam is out of town and I don’t want to sit home along handing out candy.

Am I impressed that at 43 I can still hang with the big dogs?  Of course.  But right now, it needs to stop.