Day 3

Today was a little different than others. I woke up and took a test in one of my online courses, and then studied for one I have tomorrow. I woke up a little earlier than usual (9:30), and got done just before 1:00 again. I ate my leftovers and watched a movie. I was heading to the store after to pick up some hygiene materials, but got a call from my dad to meet him at our usual golf course. I ended up there just a few minutes later and getting my, and his clubs into a cart. I didn't walk today, since we were initially pressed for time. We were going to try to fit nine holes in under two hours, and I knew I wouldn't be able to walk it in that time, and so we rode in the cart.

Golfing was pretty good. I started the first six holes at just four over par. That's unheard of for me. Then, I had a meltdown and finished at twelve over. But, more strokes = more workout, so I guess I came out on top. And the reason for our playing quick was dismissed a couple holes before we got done, and so we played the other nine holes. I shot a 95 for the day, and still working to bogey golf. It was a pretty good afternoon.

My breakfast was a weight watchers ice cream bar... again, and the lunch was leftover chicken Parmesan with pasta. Dinner was french toast, bacon, and eggs. It was really good, and filled me up well. I spent the rest of the evening trying to watch movies online, but with my bad internet connection, watching was slow. I think I got 1/3 through a movie in two hours, so I stopped and decided to go workout.

I biked today for an hour. I was surprised I finished since the first ten minutes seemed to take forever. I was watching a tv show while riding, and time flew by once I got into it. That reminds me, I got to see how many calories I burned doing that. Hold on.... 1272 Calories.... huh.... seems a little high. If anyone knows any better, let me know -- 400 lbs, 1 hour stationary bike, 14.8 miles.

So, I got that going for me... which is nice. I now have a nice evening routine. I put a pair of underwear in my bathroom, ready for when I get done working out. Then, I grab my water bottle and towel, and head to my hot tub to set the temperature. It idles at 98, but I like it closer to 103. So, I set it, set my flip-flops next to the hot tub, and then continue to the garage where I ride the stationary bike. When I get done, I simply remove my sweaty shirt, and jump into the hot tub for fifteen minutes. I get out, and head into the bathroom to shower, with my underwear all ready for me. I'm worn out, relaxed, and clean in the same time it takes to watch a Disney movie. I'm pretty happy about this. I reduced the friction between my thighs with a cream. It really helped, and I hardly noticed it.

Now, I'm feeling pretty good about the day, spending half of it off the couch, and it has been rather productive. And another tidbit about my current situation is that I have asthma. In January of this year, the week spring semester started, I started having asthma attacks. These attacks continued until one month ago, almost to the day. I took my albuterol, and advair as I was directed, but only found relief in the steroid prednisone. I took the steroid almost daily for four months; and during the entire span of time, I was not able to do a single thing. And I mean that almost literally.

I had such a hard time breathing, that walking around campus took an additional twenty minutes to go from one building to an adjacent one. My asthma doctor told me that the two factors causing the attacks were the cold and the pollution. And since I had already well into the semester when I got the diagnosis, I couldn't simply drop my classes. After coordinating with my professors, and working out a deal with additional work in exchange for my lack of attendance, since I would surely not be there for most of the semester, I began my rehabilitation from home.

Even though I only left the house for things that were absolutely necessary, and kept a clock next to me at all times to take my medication exactly as directed, it took four months to be free of it. Now, advair is all I need. But try to imagine yourself without having the air to move for four months. And then, suddenly, you can. I tried to do the things I used to before the attacks, but I didn't have the lung strength to. Now, I'm in a warmer climate with considerably less pollution for the summer, and I can focus on building lung capacity and strength back up. It feels like I'm beginning behind square one, and it really blows. Going for an hour on a stationary bike is such a HUGE deal for me, not being physically capable of it for such a long period of time. And, as you can imagine, I gained some great weight during the time when I was just sitting on my ass all day for four months. I have never been in the 400 pound range in my entire life. I got close, 396, I think, but never broke that line. Now, I'm into the 400's, and I am finding it very difficult to get back out of it. I weighed in at my asthma doctor's office right before leaving for the summer, a couple days after the attacks stopped, and I was at 420 pounds. I weighed in a couple weeks after that, and I was down to 409, and the week after had me at 404. I'm sure that as soon as I break that 400 barrier, I will see a significant difference in how my body moves and feels. My overall goal is 230 pounds. 190 pound weight loss -- that's a high school senior wide receiver.... ugh... weird.

I'm going to get some sleep now, and hope that I get the rest I need for my exam.

Fat Score: 4