Knock Me Out With Those American Thighs

I lost another 5 lbs this week.

And nope, I am not jumping up and down with joy. Well, maybe a little for the fact that I'll have to ramp up my fried-chickin-with-ice-cream-on-the-side diet... Confused? Jealous? Both? Well you see, I recently had a little radiation therapy to whip my imperious thyroid into utter submission. Now before anyone starts showering me with generic get-well-soon comments (you were planning to, right...?), let me just say that I wasn't deathly ill or anything. Okay, maybe half-deathly. But long boring story short, I have been putting everything on hold more or less while the docs try to fix me. Sadly, that included staying up all night jamming on my strat, perusing the interweb and blogging about random stuff.

I did, however, score half dozen assorted dress shirts for like $8 each. Woohoo no more laundry!

Now where were we - ahh yes, extended sick leave. Basically, I am currently at the starting stage of feeling all-better. Just you know, minus 25+ pounds of muscle. Damn, I didn't know I had that much muscle mass... kewl! Hopefully everything will stabilize in a few weeks, and I'll be fully operational again. I haven't felt this weak/strengthless since oh probably soph yr of college. Recovery is gonna be a biatch. But I am very excited to see what kind of damage I can do once I am cleared for regular gym hours :)

Excuse me, I think my bowl of Breyer's mint chocolate chip ice cream is calling my name in a very, very sexy female voice. I am afraid I must leave you. Like now.