Health and Fitness, February
March 18, 2013
This should have been written much earlier but in short: February sucked. So that probably be, meh health, no fitness.
The whole of February was positively miserable, starting from the end of the previous month, with a series of aches and pains that clung to me like PigPen’s trail of dust. I remember saying that the pain was only four days long and that was great because: “It really could easily have gone for ten times that long.”
Remind me to knock wood next time I type something that boneheaded, would you? Just quit tempting fate.
Flu-like symptoms alternated with flu-like depression of the immune system (the next step before actually getting sick); back pain, arms pain, neck pain and knees/hips aches … just to name a few. Unfortunately, that meant absolutely NO gym time. Days blended into weeks and the weeks kept slipping on by before I realized I hadn’t done any exercise except a daily Doggle walks. Every time I remembered I was a slacker, PiC had to remind me that there was really a reason for my long layoff because it’d just melded into the back of my mind. Pain, fatigue and forgetfulness? Not cool. No wonder it feels like I’m losing my mind some days!
Most of the worst symptoms seem to have worn down, though. [knock on wood]
Weight Watcher (aka Why Bother?)
Just for kicks, I started weighing myself during the month of February. Almost every night, at about the same time, and sometimes again in the morning, I hopped on the scale.
This was a really interesting experiment. My weight fluctuated up and down on a five pound range nearly every day, even if my habits were pretty much the same: drink a bit, eat a bit, walk a bit, eat a bit. It didn’t make a difference, the weight just roller-coastered regardless.
This does explain why my pants fit so strangely: too big some days, too small others.
Half a lifetime ago, gaining weight was a challenge of unimaginable proportions. Ectomorphic and somewhat perpetually undereating, I was the scrawniest thing you ever saw. For about ten years, I tried as hard as I could to put on weight because it just felt unhealthy to be that skeletal, despite my general all-around fitness. My aim was to put on muscle, not random weight but eating healthy did not a thing for me. About twenty pounds later, that quest has been largely abandoned. Feeling less scrawny, though perhaps not any healthier.
The most annoying things about being the weight I am: not being able to give blood, and having to tailor every darn piece of clothing. Tch.
:: What’ve you done to stay healthy or fit this month?