I woke up exhausted this morning, but I told myself that I am determined to lose this weight, so I put the least impactful of the exercise DVDs I bought in the blu-ray player — wrestled with that for twenty minutes because the sound wasn’t working and finally got down to business. In case anyone is wondering, it was one of Leslie Sansone’s “Walk at home” videos. Because I really do like walking and if I can’t keep up with her, I can just walk to the music. Plus I can huff and puff in the privacy of my own home without worrying about falling down in a heap in the middle of the street — not a thing that’s ever happened, mind you, but one of my little quirky phobias that’s cropped up over the past few year once my heath started really failing. The whole exercise thing took fifteen minutes because I’m totally out of shape, so I just did the “one mile” walk without too many extra arm waving. ^_^ Richard Simmons (Sweatin’ to the Oldies) will have to wait a while. I just don’t think I have a half hour in me.
And now I’m feeling okay, but I’m wheezing like I haven’t in a while. My asthma medicine is sadly expired because I’ve been avoiding my triggers for years — exercise is totally a trigger, y’all. >_< So I’ll need to see a doctor about that before I get too crazy about moving about. The wheezing isn’t terrible, but it’s definitely there. So I’m just gonna sit here and relax for a bit and recover. Then I might do the dishes or something. Maybe.
Did I ever tell you, dear reader, that I get a rash whenever I overexert myself? Like if I walk too fast or do aerobics for the first time in years? Like an all over body rash? It’s similar to prickly heat, but not. It itches like crazy for hours after the bumps disappear. It also used to happen whenever I went into the freezer in the store where I worked (to stock the refrigerator shelves — they don’t stock themselves, you know). I’d come out covered in bumps and itch for hours afterwards. It’s actually one of the reasons why I don’t overexert myself very often, because I hate the itching. It’s flipping annoying.
Anyway, I’m glad I did the bare minimum — the one mile. It’s better than nuthin, and you’ve gotta start somewhere, and all that jazz. 🙂 Right?