TG,
Happy Monday and a somewhat belated welcome to the sight of all sites.
I have about two years seated. I'm about your height, 6'. And I've eaten myself to the size of not one, but probably two or possibly three cows!
AH, but what handsom cows they are.
How all these lil' weigh-nothings transfer from here to there, hither and yon, back and forth like butterflies on speed all without the use of a board is beyond me. Significantly overweight and decidedly under powered, I am the "big Chevy pickup with a four cylinder engine" of paraplegics.
I'm beginning to think all those you-tube antics are nothing more than a bunch of computer generated smoke and mirrors designed to make us, "the corpulent crusaders" cry with frustration. That or it's some huge conspiracy perpetuated by yet another enigmatic marketing conglomerate to get us to purchase diet pills by the gross so they'll have the money for not one, but two summer homes in the Hamptons replete with full time staff AND an indoor swimming pool.
Well screw 'em I say! I will not lose one pound. I ain't gonna do it, and ya can't make me. I don't care how miserable I am, I shall leave no doughnut
unturned in the search for true enlightenment. The mere thought of caloric deprivation irks me to no end. The very idea of less pizza posits pronounced
pissed-offness to my otherwise passive personality.
As long as you can do it yourself without the need of a hoyer lift, block and tackle, D-9 caterpillar or a jaws of life yer OK. I have yet to break a transfer board or even fall to the floor while flitting about from bed to chair, here or there or where ever I dare. So there.
Do what you gotta do babe. Just do it and get it done, then move on to the next unbelievably difficult task designed to frustrate and fatigue.
How 'bout clean up after an involuntary? Big fun for fat folks I say. What's one of your favorites?
E-dog