Kick Start

I think people think I'm a hypochondriac. That little insecurity makes me HATE going to the doctor. But something I hate almost as much as going to the doctor is being fat.

On Tuesday I signed up for an outdoor boot camp. It was miserable. I couldn't breathe. I am definitely the youngest in the class, and I am one of the least overweight, but I just couldn't keep up. My lungs were screaming. My legs were jello. I wasn't sure whether I was going to cry or barf.

So... dying at boot camp combined with abnormal exhaustion that I have been whining about on here was the combination I needed to make a Dr's appointment.

This morning I gave them three lovely vials of my blood in return for a nice little script for new allergy meds and an inhaler. And guess what...

Today I kicked ass at boot camp. I ran and did push ups and burpees and pull ups and lunges. I was tired but I sure as hell wasn't defeated. Those 8 blasts of albuterol did wonders for my lungs. I wish I had gone to the doctor a long time ago.

I should get the results back from my blood draw soon. I would assume that considering I had my period for almost three weeks, I'm going to have low levels of something.

Either way, I'm just thankful that I have my allergies and asthma under control. It's the boost I needed to get in gear. I have to admit...today I bought an old lady swimsuit. The kind with a skirt on it to cover up my ass. I'm gonna leave the tags on and hopefully I can return it at some point. I guess we'll see.