Exercising! Also, musings on mortality.
May. 4th, 2006 11:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kellan_the_tabbyAgain. And maybe this time I'll stick with it.
Got a lot of exercise while I was in Hawai'i, what with swimming and walking and randomly doing pushups when I was in the hotel room and bored. As my swimsuit fit marginally better the last day I put it on than the first day (though still nowhere near 'well', mind you) I figured I ought to keep this up.
So, I've walked at least a little every day since Monday (least being 'up to the store', most being 'up Blue Mountain'), and I've either done situps/pushups/leg lifts or a set of Chinese stretching exercises that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fosveny's uncle gave me a couple years ago.With the result that I've been exhausted and in some pain for the last two days, but it's the good kind of exhausted-and-in-pain.
Still makes it hard to keep it up, mind you. And I see a day totally off in my near future, but with luck (and determination) I'm gonna keep it up _this_ time and actually get my ass into shape.
Given my recent cholesterol count (closer to 300 than 200) and the way I've been getting out of breath going up a flight or two of stairs...I think I have more motivation than usual. :/
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See, physically I very much take after my father, who took very much after _his_ father. Grandpa died in 1983, aged 67, of a massive stroke, after a series of smaller ones. (Followed shortly by a slightly-unusual March blizzard, but I digress...) Dad died in 1993, aged 57, of a totally-out-of-the-blue heart attack. (Followed shortly by an out-of-season April blizzard, but I digress...) Which leads me to thinking that 'heart disease' is something I should be thinking about, which makes the high cholesterol and out-of-breathness really worrisome. (Also makes me hope I don't buy it in July, or the harvest that year's gonna have issues, but I digress...)
I don't want to die. Okay, it happens to everyone, but. I don't want to die like my father and his father; both were young for it, my father especially so. I'll admit I was a bit worried in spring of 2003, given the pattern set; I'm gonna be a lot more worried when I'm 47, given the _other_ pattern set. Yes, superstition, but.
The greater issue is the problem, though. And it's what's been getting me off my ass and on my feet all week, when mostly all I want to do is nap, or sit and read, or even sit and _write_. Writing is brilliant and I'm actually in the mood to do some again, but I gotta not be dead first, y'know?
I'm doing all right. I've lost probably eight or nine pounds since the doctor's visit when I found out about the cholesterol. I've improved my diet (okay, 1% milk on my cereal is teh suck, but I can deal with it) and I'm on drugs for the cholesterol, too. (Fortunately not the ones that kill your liver...) I'm _feeling_ better physically (yes, even with the aches). All of these are good and happy things.
But I'm still scared like hell of dying.
Got a lot of exercise while I was in Hawai'i, what with swimming and walking and randomly doing pushups when I was in the hotel room and bored. As my swimsuit fit marginally better the last day I put it on than the first day (though still nowhere near 'well', mind you) I figured I ought to keep this up.
So, I've walked at least a little every day since Monday (least being 'up to the store', most being 'up Blue Mountain'), and I've either done situps/pushups/leg lifts or a set of Chinese stretching exercises that
fosveny's uncle gave me a couple years ago.With the result that I've been exhausted and in some pain for the last two days, but it's the good kind of exhausted-and-in-pain.Still makes it hard to keep it up, mind you. And I see a day totally off in my near future, but with luck (and determination) I'm gonna keep it up _this_ time and actually get my ass into shape.
Given my recent cholesterol count (closer to 300 than 200) and the way I've been getting out of breath going up a flight or two of stairs...I think I have more motivation than usual. :/
--
See, physically I very much take after my father, who took very much after _his_ father. Grandpa died in 1983, aged 67, of a massive stroke, after a series of smaller ones. (Followed shortly by a slightly-unusual March blizzard, but I digress...) Dad died in 1993, aged 57, of a totally-out-of-the-blue heart attack. (Followed shortly by an out-of-season April blizzard, but I digress...) Which leads me to thinking that 'heart disease' is something I should be thinking about, which makes the high cholesterol and out-of-breathness really worrisome. (Also makes me hope I don't buy it in July, or the harvest that year's gonna have issues, but I digress...)
I don't want to die. Okay, it happens to everyone, but. I don't want to die like my father and his father; both were young for it, my father especially so. I'll admit I was a bit worried in spring of 2003, given the pattern set; I'm gonna be a lot more worried when I'm 47, given the _other_ pattern set. Yes, superstition, but.
The greater issue is the problem, though. And it's what's been getting me off my ass and on my feet all week, when mostly all I want to do is nap, or sit and read, or even sit and _write_. Writing is brilliant and I'm actually in the mood to do some again, but I gotta not be dead first, y'know?
I'm doing all right. I've lost probably eight or nine pounds since the doctor's visit when I found out about the cholesterol. I've improved my diet (okay, 1% milk on my cereal is teh suck, but I can deal with it) and I'm on drugs for the cholesterol, too. (Fortunately not the ones that kill your liver...) I'm _feeling_ better physically (yes, even with the aches). All of these are good and happy things.
But I'm still scared like hell of dying.
