Running, Gold Bond and Screaming

As a lot of you know, I have gotten more regular with my exercise, and I feel great. What a lot of you may not know is that I am Bipolar, Type II to be exact. It's common for those on the medications I am on to gain weight, or at least not be able to lose weight. In my research (which I do a lot of) I found that Vitamin D has helped a lot of Bipolar patients to be able to shed that medication weight and then some. I started supplementing Vitamin D in pill form. I don't know if it is coincidence or what, but 24 hours after starting the supplement, I lost 1.1 pounds, the most I have lost in 24 hours in some time. Enough about me, let's talk more about me.

I'm starting off slow, I tried starting fast and ended up with two sets of muscles getting pulled in my right rib cage, which was not very motivational to say the least. I restarted my re-entry to getting physically fit slowly, with walking. Sounds like I'm slowly making my way up to power walking at the park, I know, but it's just to get my body used to the elevated heart rate and get my muscles prepared to get demolished as I get ripped.

To continue, when you are not accustomed to such motions for a prolonged amount of time, and your thighs are ... a little bigger than they should be, you might get a little chaffed. I did. After putting up with the searing heat that this caused for a day (and one more 2 mile walk) I decided it would be best to address the issue before I started walking like a cowboy who had been riding a horse for 5 years straight. I remember hearing that Gold Bond started making a spray. Jackpot. I proceeded to my neighborhood Walgreens and began my search. It took a few minutes to find, and I wasn't about to ask where it was because I didn't want them assuming where I might be using said product.  I finally found the spray! I was so happy, but there was an attractive female in my way. Now, at this point I had been walking in the store a while and my thighs were screaming for relief, so I decided I didn't care what people thought, and asked the lady to excuse me while I got the relieving spray for my fat boy thighs.

All was well with the world, I was thinking what a marvelous age we live in, until I used the spray. Do not get me wrong, it worked as advertised, but I missed the part about it being 'cooling.' It should have said it was capable of cryogenically freezing your pain away until the future figured out how to fix it.  I screamed.  At first it was a 'holy moly I going to die' scream, then it faded into a 'holy moly I love America' scream. I mean, surely Americans invented this right? At any rate it went from pain to scary unknown pain to (finally) relief. Thank you for reading this, I know the mental images will be hard to get rid of.

As an update, since I don't care if you know what I weigh, I am currently 217.5 with a short term goal of 200, and a long term goal of 185-190. I hope to lose inches and gain muscle mass. I mean, I only have so much time before the calendar goes out, right?