After a day of food prep I was just wanting to LAY IN THE BED! I love the food prepped, but dang it, prepin hurts! I just wanted to veg and have someone bring me a glass of wine. Screw the weight loss … Screw the GYM … bring me the wine.
I limped into the gym … didn’t make it to this station last night … but I did make a few laps around the track. I was breathing heavy and coughing, and struggling to get air in just from a flight of stairs. My hubs thinks I might have the last of walking pneumonia. I mean it is RIDICULOUS that I can barely walk up a flight of stairs or around a itty-bity track!
Something is going on. I never take this long to regain strength. I’m not running a fever. I don’t have body aches. I just struggle to breathe when I try to be active. I struggle so bad that I end up in coughing fits and mucus does leave my body. Thankfully! I just keep expecting to get BETTER! What the heck???? The thought of going to another doctor sounds HORRIBLE. This has drug on for 4 months. I know. I really NEED to get further testing and discover WHY this shit is still dragging me down, but I hate the doctors office. They weigh you!
I don’t want to be weighed and hear how FAT I am and that I need to take care of my body. Like I don’t know that already! BUT … who cares … I just went back to bed! Hahaha. I’ll get well later.
Don’t judge me … life has its moments that you just don’t shine.
Diary of an Angry Fat Woman 