Agreed slink. I'm very careful with my weight lifting, but I make sure to do it, and monitor my progress. My doctor advice in this regard is the same advice in regard to everything outside the medical aspects of my care: Do it moderately.
This morning was my weigh in, and huzzah, I lost that one pound I was hoping to, and another one to boot. At this point, it appears that I have lost 15 pounds so far. It's weird, cause I really don't feel very different (apart from a few of my clothes getting looser that is). Apparently this is equivalent to 45 pounds of impact off each knee. I don't know how this equation works, but the arthritis Canada site equates each pound of weight loss with a x3 reduction in impact on the joints. They explained it, but I don't really get it. Anyway... This is good news! I think I'll celebrate by buying myself a nice trashy magazine or something!
I was at the pet store yestday, watching miniature dachshund puppies squirm in a pile, when I was overtaken by horrific shooting pains in my right hip. The pain was so sharp and hard that my eyes teared up and I yelped out loud. I was surrounded by other people, who just ignored me, and though there was nothing they could have done (except get me a chair! or be kind!), I was really disgusted that everyone just ignored me as I staggered to lean against the nearest wall. Fuck you pet store patrons. Fuck. You. One day will one of my legs just give way? Will I be lying there, people stepping over me, helpless? Yet another reason to take immaculate care of myself: strangers do not give a fuck.