Ok. Time for a bit of accountability.
Once upon a time, I worked out every day. I ate only clean food, all organic and the majority of it homemade. I completed P90X two times, completed Insanity once and got through half of it again, as well as half of Insanity Aslyum again. (those two halves were because I got sick and had to take a few weeks of a break). I was actually getting abs...*sigh* And even better than that, my lung function was higher than it had been since highschool when I was a competitive swimmer. I felt AMAZING.
Well not so anymore. The last time I got sick, during the Insanity Asylum program, I pretty much stopped and haven't started again. Also, right around Thanksgiving I felt so burned out of eating healthy and obsessing over it that I went a bit food crazy. And I haven't really stopped since then. I don't eat horribly, it just unsettles my stomach. But cereal for breakfast, including Golden Grahams, as opposed to egg whites and spinach and strawberries....yeah. Sandwiches for lunch and dinner followed by a glass of wine and dessert if I feel like it. Snacks being candy if I feel like it. So, no not horrible (I still don't eat fast food, it tears my stomach up something crazy) but not good either.
Well, I ran out of my nebulizer medicine. My other is coming in. My job is now to sit on my butt and use the computer. So as you can probably imagine, I am coughing constantly these days. CONSTANTLY. At Imaging, I had to ask Jenny to slow down because I couldn't breathe from walking up the road to the conference center. I've been using my inhaler about 3 times a day. And every time I lay down, every single time...I cough for about 5 minutes until I can control my breathing. It's so uncomfortable.
Now, I'm not feeling sorry for myself. Oh no. It's my fault and I know that. What I'm doing is putting it in writing so that I have no excuses but to fix it. It's my only choice.
I'm going to take my measurements, start the routine again and hopefully get to where I love it again.
I'm going to get where my lungs feel good, really good. Like when doing the swimming leg in a triathalon doesn't phase me good, like considering borrowing a bike to do the MS 150 isn't a big deal good. I'll get back there, I promise. You- and me.
Here's my starting point. It's embarrassing, but it's me and it's okay. I hope you don't mind at least walking this journey with me. And hopefully you'll take the journey too? That would be cool.