Week 10

I've received some positive comments about how I look.  That really makes me feel awesome!  Someone asked if I was dieting as well as working out.  I laughed because I'm completely hedonistic about food and will not deny myself what I want!  I guess I am making better choices.  For example, if I want a Twinkie, I'll a eat Twinkie...but I won't eat 4!

During my workout Monday, Jeremy and I kept noticing that as the cardio work intensified, I was having a more difficult time breathing.  It was like I was trying to breathe through a straw.  I called my doc and heard just what I had expected...asthma.  This really came as no big surprise.  Looking back, I know I've had the exercise-induced asthma for a long time, but I also recognized having problems when I laughed a lot, etc.  So, I started taking meds -- Singulair at night and Albuterol inhaler prior to workout. 

The meds helped my workout significantly.  I was winded from the workout but did not feel like I could not get any air.  Unfortunately, the inhaler makes me really hyper for about 90 minutes.  While this may actually enhance my workout, I need a shirt that says, "Help!  I'm talking and I can't shut up!"  This would be for the post-workout phase of my hypomania because I promise I am not Chatty-Kathy while my tongue is dragging the ground!

Given this asthma-thing I have going, we have changed my routine a bit.  I am doing more frequent but shorter bursts of cardio excercise.  Today, Jeremy said, "Ok, give me some jumping jacks."  I must have had a look on my face like someone had just ca-ca'ed my upper lip because he said, "You don't like jumping jacks, do you?"  I assured him that was fine.  HOWEVER, picture it...jumping jacks with D-Cups. Forget the asthma!  Now I have to worry about frontal lobe damage!