My unhealthy, unhealthy, unhealthy behavior finally caught up with me and I gained 1.6lbs this week...this is the first week I got BETTER at being fat in months. My score is UP to 87.81%. Even worse, while I only gained 1.6lbs, I gained 1.77lbs of FAT. Which means, I lost .17 lbs of muscle that I died a little to put on during Body Pump. Everything we worked so hard to put into place during January, February, March and most of April, we have let come completely undone the last 10 days.
Ready to get back in gear, I was up, double holstered and raring to go, got .14 miles, then coughed up a nice, gooey piece of lung, and had to come home with my fat (+ 1.77 lbs) ass tucked between my legs. Fuck me. This cough is wrecking my world. I read online that anything below the neck you should rest, and not try to exercise, but I have not done ONE thing in 48 hours but rest, and I thought maybe the cough when I got out of bed was *the last one*.
This means I will have to tackle something I have NEVER been successful at...watching what I eat without the safety net of exercise, at least for a few days. For me, exercise is not just about the extra food I can eat, a good bout of exercise makes me crave eating healthy and drinking water, keeps my giant hunger machine at bay, and generally makes me feel SO good about myself. What is making this worse is that after today, I am on 'vacation' until May 18th...I give my last final today, I don't start summer teaching until May 18th so I don't have a regular schedule. I have work to do, but can do it whenever the urge arises, and I really, really thought I was going to be super athlete and really do some good runs, classes at the gym, long walks around town, etc.
Instead I am going to sit on my couch very still and try to keep my lungs in my body. I promise, with you the interwebs as my witness, I will never take being well for granted!