Today's the day!
That's it. I'm done with smoking. I'm going to the store and will buy all healthy foods... Right after I get ahold of the doctor to get a referral to a cardiologist. I've been exhausted and sleeping for well over a week, feeling muscle weakness, and gotten short of breath again very quickly upon any exertion at all. I put it together this morning and butted out that smoke. I gathered the rest of them and stuck them on the front seat of Casey's car with a note asking her to give them to a friend. I don't need them any more.
I refuse to lay down and die. I have too much to live for. My life is good and I'd like to remain a part of it. I can no longer deny that it's catching up with me. I can't wait until "someday" to make these changes. I must start right now. Somehow, it seems easier to confront when I'm faced with the possibility of another heart attack in the near future if I don't. I've known it was a matter of life or death. Now, I feel it. That's the part I couldn't hold before to keep me doing the right thing.
The doctors didn't believe me the last time I felt this way - until I actually HAD the heart attack. I'm optimistic that they will this time, since that's a part of my medical history. Besides, with the advances in medical techniques over the past 12-13 years, I'm confident that they will be able to isolate the problem and treat it before it causes any permenant damage. Still, I need to make the changes that will allow my body to heal and lead me away from having this happen again. They say 3 strikes and you're out. I'm going to try to head off #2 and keep a little margin of error here!
I refuse to lay down and die. I have too much to live for. My life is good and I'd like to remain a part of it. I can no longer deny that it's catching up with me. I can't wait until "someday" to make these changes. I must start right now. Somehow, it seems easier to confront when I'm faced with the possibility of another heart attack in the near future if I don't. I've known it was a matter of life or death. Now, I feel it. That's the part I couldn't hold before to keep me doing the right thing.
The doctors didn't believe me the last time I felt this way - until I actually HAD the heart attack. I'm optimistic that they will this time, since that's a part of my medical history. Besides, with the advances in medical techniques over the past 12-13 years, I'm confident that they will be able to isolate the problem and treat it before it causes any permenant damage. Still, I need to make the changes that will allow my body to heal and lead me away from having this happen again. They say 3 strikes and you're out. I'm going to try to head off #2 and keep a little margin of error here!