Sunday Funday has arrived! Albeit less than fun, considering I am on day 7 of this awful virus that has me breathless, coughing, sneezing, sniffling and miserable. I gave in on Friday and got me some medicine…imagine my surprise and the pharmacist’s laughter when I went to pick up the mother-lode of prescriptions…six in total. Come Sunday and while I still feel like I might perish, there may be a light at the end of the tunnel…maybe. That’s still TBD.
Although my original intent was to post about my well-being, optimism and things that are going well, I had a gigantic wake-up call when I went to the doctor for this virus thingy that doesn’t have a name, but calls for a handful of meds both OTC and prescribed.
My wake-up call had me in tears, shock, agony…you name it, I was in it. The scale had finally hit a number it had never hit before. I have now officially hit the heaviest that I have been in my entire life. Few individuals know the exact number, and for privacy sake, I won’t mention it here, but my journey has to begin to shed 55 pounds. While I’m fighting this ridiculous virus, I am entering planning mode. There isn’t a way to begin working out right now…I can’t walk through my house without practically having an asthma attack. As soon as I can get it under control – it is game on.
The saddest part about this, is that I have known for a while that I needed to lose weight. It started with, oh I gotta lose 10 lbs, then…20. Now 30, 40…NOW 55?!?! WHAT?! Unacceptable at 34 years old and 5’2. Game over.