It goes and it goes
I was supposed to go running this morning at 5am. I was all fired up for it last night. But when my roommate tried to wake me so we can go, I felt so sick I couldn't even lift my head. So, instead of telling me how much I needed to go run and to get up, he let me sleep. Thank you, James.
I've been sick lately. Not an all out, puking my guts out, sweating, coughing sick, but rather an almost constant feeling of queasiness and yuck. My stomach will hate me, but when that goes away my eyes will water and nose will run, and then when that clears up my body starts to ache everywhere or I'm so tired I cannot even open my eyes. I don't know what's wrong with me. Stress, probably.
I found out yesterday that my Uncle Paul had a mini stroke. He's one of my dad's younger brothers. I don't know him very well, or even really like what I do know of him, but it was still unsettling news. Then, just a few minutes later, I find out that my dad's eldest brother Ken has a black spot on his brain and no one knows the cause. He could've had a possible mini stroke too. All this did was cause me to look at my dad and pray that nothing goes wrong with him.
Which is really what prompted my desire to go running. I've always had low cholesterol and low blood pressure and have been relatively healthy, with the exception of weak lungs. But lately I've put on a bit of weight and have gotten lazy and bad with my eating habits and have developed quite a craving for chocolate milkshakes almost everyday. Not good. I eat fries when I'm supposed to eat broccoli and I get extra cheese on my quesidilla even though I know it's bad for me. Ugh. Why does junk food have to be so bad for you?
Anyway. So, yeah. I'm putting it out there now. Public accountibility. I'm pledging to eat healthier and execise more (you'd think that a martial arts instructor would exercise all the time, but I don't). Feel free to ask me about my progress. Just please don't smack me too hard when I tell you about my 10pm run ro Carl's Jr, for fried zucchini and a shake.
I've been sick lately. Not an all out, puking my guts out, sweating, coughing sick, but rather an almost constant feeling of queasiness and yuck. My stomach will hate me, but when that goes away my eyes will water and nose will run, and then when that clears up my body starts to ache everywhere or I'm so tired I cannot even open my eyes. I don't know what's wrong with me. Stress, probably.
I found out yesterday that my Uncle Paul had a mini stroke. He's one of my dad's younger brothers. I don't know him very well, or even really like what I do know of him, but it was still unsettling news. Then, just a few minutes later, I find out that my dad's eldest brother Ken has a black spot on his brain and no one knows the cause. He could've had a possible mini stroke too. All this did was cause me to look at my dad and pray that nothing goes wrong with him.
Which is really what prompted my desire to go running. I've always had low cholesterol and low blood pressure and have been relatively healthy, with the exception of weak lungs. But lately I've put on a bit of weight and have gotten lazy and bad with my eating habits and have developed quite a craving for chocolate milkshakes almost everyday. Not good. I eat fries when I'm supposed to eat broccoli and I get extra cheese on my quesidilla even though I know it's bad for me. Ugh. Why does junk food have to be so bad for you?
Anyway. So, yeah. I'm putting it out there now. Public accountibility. I'm pledging to eat healthier and execise more (you'd think that a martial arts instructor would exercise all the time, but I don't). Feel free to ask me about my progress. Just please don't smack me too hard when I tell you about my 10pm run ro Carl's Jr, for fried zucchini and a shake.