Normalcy

KNOCK ON WOOD! I think I just had a pretty normal week. No dizziness, no rare or bizarre illnesses, no new injuries,....just: wake up, go to gym, other stuff, go to work, shower, sleep, repeat. WA-HOO!

In all seriousness it was nice to feel like things were normal. Weighed in today at 255, which is a standstill from last week's result. I am fine with holding steady as I get back into my routine. Hopefully, the toe soon stops hurting enough that I'm able to get back to running regularly. I'm going to give Spin a try on Monday and that will be a pretty go indicator as to how healthy my brain is feeling because it is the most challenging thing I do at the gym. Fingers are crossed for sure.

It was good fun to see some faces from the past at the 20th class reunion. It is very hard to believe that it has been twenty years, especially because I don't feel a day over 30, but sadly it is true that we are getting old. Although I must say, I was quite surprised at how great most looked. I thought we all could pass for earlier thirties easily!

First week back

Beside the broken pinky toe, life almost seemed normal for once. Oh, and if you are wondering, I regularly destroy those toes so this is a normal pain I suffer with. Any who, while talking to one of my gym friends, I realized that it has been nearly 3 months that my world has been out of whack. June 1st was the concussion and things haven't been right since. That is a quarter of the year wasted (by that I mean being unable to progress with my goals). It has been very hard to deal with being forced to basically do nothing to say the least. But today the gym friend said something to me that gave me a glimmer of hope that life is returning to normal. She simply said, "You look so much better today." I think it was mostly a comment about my post-virus appearance because she also comment on how I have a much healthier color in my face and that even though I was back on Monday she could tell that I was still pretty worn down just by how I looked. I couldn't agree with her more, Monday and Tuesday were real struggles at work and at the gym. Even though I took it real easy at the gym both of those days, I felt really worn out and weak. That feeling carried on into work both evenings. However, as the week progress I definitely felt stronger and today was a real solid workout.

Following today's workout I weighed in and the scale showed 255. That is an 8 pound gain from last week's drained/dehydrated weigh in. I'm not upset at all with that result, mostly because I expected it to happen. My hope was to contain the amount gained as my body craved all those lost calories. To be very honest, I didn't eat very well most of the week. I've had some odd periods of feeling jittery and having shaky hands so I've add more sugar because it almost seems like a low blood suger thing and I'm wondering if it's a residual effect from the illness. I've never had this sort of problem and my blood sugar tests have come back just fine so I don't expect it to remain an issue as I get healthier. Hopefully, I can get my crap together and get the eating routine back on track next week. 255 is a good place to start from, I lost 9 pounds since the "Reloading" most of that due to the sickness, but I'll take the jump-start and role with it.

What a crap-tacular two weeks

There isn't a whole lot to report this week, yeah I know I said I was gonna report every week but I was way to sick to sit up long enough to post last week. If you have caught any of my posts on Facebook, then you know that I was sick, and I mean REAL sick. It all started when I got home from work Friday night two weeks ago; when I went to bed I was exhausted and not in a normal way. During the night I began to get what I describe as the chills, I was cold and shaking even though I felt feverish. This kept me awake most of the night and when I finally fell asleep it was lights out and I woke up late Saturday afternoon. When got up that next day, I was very wobbly and would get light-headed within minutes of standing up. So spent most of the day and the next couple of days laying in bed with fevers, clammy sweating spurts, headaches, etc.

Several doctor appointments, blood tests, one ER visit, and two weeks later I am starting to feel better. Unfortunately, there is no real lead as to who the culprit was that sent me through two weeks of hell. Blood tests and chest x-ray have removed Lyme Disease and Pneumonia as possibilities and the test on West Nile Virus is still pending. I am returning to the family doctor for a follow up, Monday, on the latest round of blood work, with the possibility of going to an infectious diseases specialist to follow.

The "tongue-in-cheek" good news is that I weighed in at 247 at my last doctor appointment. SO I have lost 15 pounds in two weeks and I'm only 5 pounds away from my previous low. I call it joking news because I know that it's a false loss. I was sick and not eating, I had no appetite and was probably a little dehydrated so that number will likely increase as I get better. I have already noticed that my appetite is returning slowly. With any luck I can keep it to a low 250 until I regain my strength and get back into the gym.

Being hurt or sick is really starting to wear me a little thin. I'm trying to stay positive and I keep telling myself that I'll get back to my routine soon, but it really feels like someone is standing over me and just clubbing me with a bat every time I try to get back up from each one of these ordeals. I don't know what's next, I've been emotionally crush, physically broken and now sick as hell there's not left to attack.