So, remember a couple of weeks ago (or was it last week? I can’t remember squat anymore. Yay Old Age!!) when I bragged on my new and exciting Low Blood Pressure? And I had been working out regularly and my blood pressure came down to a normal level and I was thinking I was some kind of superhero? Well, fast forward to this morning with me sitting in an exam room for my Lady Doc appointment (good times!) while the nurse takes my blood pressure and mechanically reads out “139/82” and then goes on her merry way.
Okay, so to be honest, I haven’t worked out in almost a month and I have been taking a break from dieting for the last week so my food choices haven’t been as stringent as usual, but it’s not like I was walking around with a salt lick in my pocket or anything. That’s a pretty big jump to go from 118/75 to 139/82, don’t you think? Now to be fair, the machine I’ve been using (and have gotten my last 4 readings from, other than today’s) is a machine located in the Wal Mart pharmacy. It might not be completely accurate but all of my readings were pretty well in line, so I felt fairly confident.
Could NOT working out cause a jump that big? Also take into account the fact that I was at the Lady Doc’s getting ready to expose my bizness – not exactly a calm and serene experience – so that might have made my reading go up a bit, but seriously?!? That’s still a big jump.
I’m going to hit the Wal-Mart pharmacy machine again later today to see what it has to say. I hope it hasn’t been lying to me all this time. I’ll feel so betrayed if it has.
What I have taken away from this is that I need to work out. Regularly, consistently, and for the rest of my life. I have discovered that when I don’t work out, I get really lazy. Like, sit on the couch and watch hours and hours of tv each night, lazy. I don’t feel good when I do that, so I guess I’ll get back in the groove. Somehow.
Ugh. Why does getting back in the game takes such a Herculean effort? Why can’t it just be EASY????? (the first person who says “if it doesn’t challenge you, it doesn’t change you” gets smacked with my salt lick – you’ve been warned)