Getting Healthy In 13 Weeks
Since I’ve been sick much more often in this house, taming the workmonster is part of the problem, definitely.
But I think there are other problems. For instance, since the election – for obvious reasons – I’ve let my exercise program slip. I used to walk four miles a day rain or shine, but it’s become a “I don’t have time” or “I don’t feel like it” more often than not.
As a consequence of that, as well as a consequence of my being somewhat – I think – depressed over the elections and eating a little more, my portion size has crept up.
Three years ago, I went on low carb and an exercise program, and I lost 45lbs. I still wasn’t svelte, mind, and should have lost another 30, but instead there was an hormonal disturbance (whichever one of you just said “in the Force” should think shame on himself) and the medication made me gain 15 pounds. (At about a pound a week.) This compounded with the election-depression to make me gain another ten pounds over the last year. Which in turn made it harder for me to go for walks and… you’re seeing the point, right?
So, the last year, I’ve slept really badly more often than not, and that in turn, coupled with the workmonster, has made me more prone to getting sick. At least this is my hypothesis.
I don’t like being sick. I have too much to do as is, and when I get sick, I then have to recoup on work and I get even more overworked, and I get into a vicious – and stupid – cycle. I have books to read, and articles and books to write. I also have a family I’d like to spend some time with before the young men leave the house. And I have a bunch of cleaning and remodeling waiting my feeling well enough to do it.