Chubbawubba is Living Strong!

No, the nerves rebuilding is just the body doing its thing. The habituation (which makes the symptoms go away) is the PT thing.

I look at your situation as sucking ass only from my own perspective where I view pills as a foreign entity that is designed to mask symptoms and ultimately cause my demise. I don't like pills, don't trust 'em.

That, and I'm sorry you have to take 'em at all.

Because I admire Superfly as the exemplar of all that is good and true, I decided that maybe I might try to loose some of the bloat that I cart around with me.

I downloaded "myfitness" for my so-called smart phone and have been monitoring my caloric intake.

In the last week, if my scale is to be believed, which is in doubt because I got it at K Mart and it is certainly not a scientific instrument, I have lost 10 pounds! Woohooo for me. From 280 to 270! I've gone from "Wow That Guy Is Going To Explode" to "Holy Mother of God, That Guy is Huge!"

I attribute most of it to the elimination of non-diet soda. Never really realized just how many worthless calories are in a bottle of Canada Dry.

I am indeed the avatar of goodness and trueness.

Not me, I've lost 3. And I'm OK with that. 1.5 lbs a week is a sustainable rate. My metabolism is so slow at this point I'm not sure whether my heart rate is actually detectable, so I'm not thinking that dropping soda will work (especially since I only do 2 cans a day max for the most part. 150 calories per can isn't that much.

The problem is that when I get a big plate of Chinese food, I'm smashing that fucker. Do it enough, after quitting smoking and ceasing all exercise, and you're on the path to having Good Year tattooed on what were once your obliques.

No shit...wow....never thought about it like that. Yeah, I guess dropping sugar bombs out of the ol' diet would really be pretty damned impressive.

No wonder we're all such tubbalubbs. Fuckers sit and pound 3 20-oz bottles a day and get soggy.