Numbers don’t lie. My doctor went over some of mine as I sat on the waiting room cold paper-cover table. “Well, you’re bit anemic. You’ve been pushing yourself hard lately, eh?” Um, yes. He went through my numbers some more. “Good cholesterol is low, too. Need to work on that. Niacin would help. You also need to lose about 20 lbs.”
Twenty pounds? OK, I can live with that. That’s my PLS goal. He based my recommendation on past numbers based on past weights. I just do better when I weigh 200. I’m 218, now but not fat. I have a 34 waist. I need to slim down a little.
The anemia is worrisome. So is low good cholesterol. But diet and exercise will help that.
On the bright side, all my other numbers are perfect — for a 25-year-old. I am pretty healthy.
Last night, I didn’t sleep much and I felt it this morning when the alarm went off. In fact, it was the first time the alarm actually went off. I normally wake up before it goes off. Not this morning. I was tired. I thought for a moment about sleeping in. But you know what they say about success and showing up. My feet hit the floor and meandered over to do my PLS training.
I sucked today. Or at least I feel like I did.
Paul was there (I was glad, I’ve missed him strangely enough). And when we were with him ran the Gauntlet. And I struggled. Don’t ask me why — well, I know why. I work out with stud athletes and I ain’t one of them. But I shouldn’t have had that much problem. Hell, I ran a half marathon quickly Saturday. Maybe it is my anemia. Or lack of sleep. Or some other BS excuse I can whine about. I quickly got my mind right and pushed hard on every other exercise (loved pushing towels this morning!) and worked up a mighty sweat. I felt fear, anger and frustration leave my body.
I’m on the right track with my health. I’m glad I have my numbers and know what I need to improve. That goal will get me out of the bed tomorrow and many days after that.