A Fitness Confession

This post is basically me whining. It isn’t rainbows and butterflies every day in real life.

So, I had been doing REALLY well on the whole working out thing. Since around July of 2013, I was working out Monday – Friday EVERY SINGLE WEEK. While I haven’t seen a HUGE drop on the scale, that scale is a jealous whore and likes to tell lies I think….but I have seen some changes in my body for the better. My arms and back have become much more toned, my waist has gone down a little, I can see where I used to have definition in my abs and that a miracle may still be in the works in that department and they will come back, my chest is a little smaller, and recently since starting T25 I have noticed a few changes in my legs. I had started to feel a lot better about myself and felt completely dedicated to just kicking ass and taking names as I complete T25.

But. (Isn’t there always a but?) I had to have emergency surgery the week before Christmas to have a tooth extracted. I had to take off a few days from working out to recover. I thought I could handle the work outs and started back the Monday after, but then I started getting worse and had to stop. I figured a few days off wouldn’t kill me. Then we went on vacation after Christmas to Gatlinburg for a week. While we walked around a lot and such, I didn’t make plans to actually work out while we were there. I mean, hello..it’s vacation. I needed a break.

A few days before we left I was actually MISSING my work outs. Who the hell am I? I hate working out. I don’t trust anyone who says “I love to work out it is so fun.” Um no it isn’t. It is torture.  If it were easy and fun everyone would be fit. But, I missed the feeling after my work out. I realized how great the work outs were really doing for me not just physically but mentally and how I actually felt. I couldn’t wait to get home, get back into our routine and get to sweating again at 4:30 am every morning.

But then, I started getting really sick Saturday afternoon when we were driving back. By Saturday evening I could barely breath. I was having coughing attacks and gasping for air. Chris asked me several times if I wanted him to take me to the doctors. I told him if I woke up feeling like shit the next morning I would go. And I did. I went to an urgent care place because my regular doctor isn’t opened on the weekends. What good doctor is, right?! That doctor sent me to the ER thinking I might have a blood clot in my lungs or possibly the early stages of pneumonia. After the cat scan came back negative, I was sent back to the regular doctor for diagnosis. Upon returning there, he told me basically it was just an asthma flare up. He prescribed me some steroids for my lungs and an inhaler. I asked about the coughing and he just talked some shit about how it was my body’s natural reaction from the asthma and that he wasn’t going to prescribe me anything for it.

Well that was Sunday. Today is Wednesday, I have been pumping my body full of steroids that are making me super hungry. I have been using my inhaler. Drinking Emergen-C like it is the only way to get into heaven and I have even taken Muscinex a few times. I still cant breathe. I am still coughing up my lungs. And now. Now my nose is like a faucet. I am pretty sure this is more than asthma. I am pissed because we spent a lot of money at the doctor this weekend and I still don’t  feel better. I am going to have to go to my real doctor today and spend even more money. What makes me super sad about this even more than not feeling well? I cant walk across the room without being winded so I haven’t been able to work out. It has been 2 and a half weeks since my last work out.

It is not a good feeling. I hate that it isn’t because I am being lazy or unmotivated. Nothing would make me happier than to see Shaun T’s face on my TV screen every morning. I feel like this is a huge set back in my progress. I have decided when I do start back, I am going to have to start back at the beginning of T25. I have been careful with what I have been eating this week, but that only does so much.

While everyone is working on their new year’s resolutions and feeling fab….I feel like I took a huge step back and there isn’t much that I can do about it.

Have you ever hit a snag in your work outs and feeling a little down about it? Any suggestions of something SUPER LOW impact that I can be doing until my lungs decide to start working again?

If you made it this far, congrats and thanks for listening! I am linking up with Kathy and Liz today, who coincidentally are two huge fitness inspirations for me! I can be thankful that it is Wednesday and we are half way through our first full work week of the new year!