I failed miserably this week. Completely and utterly failed to the point that I do not want to get on the scale. The middle of last week I noticed that my shoulder was really hurting. I had just started working out and so I thought I just had sore muscles like I always do when beginning a workout program. By Friday I was having trouble breathing in without getting a sharp stab of pain down my left side. On Sunday I went to the immediate care center and found out I had a lung infection called pleurisy. Apparently that sore shoulder is the first warning sign of this type of infection. What?! That’s odd to me.
I was put on steroids and a painkiller. Now, I always imagined steroids would make me want to throw a car across the street or bash someones face in. That’s why athletes take them right? Yea, well not me…oh no, I have to be different. They make me exhausted and sick to my stomach. Good to know if I ever want to become a female body builder without putting all the work into it. So my week has routinely consisted of me sitting on my ass watching tv. No cooking either which meant hubby brought me fast food several times. Failed Failed Failed.
I am nearing the end of my steroid use but I’m still having some issues with endurance. I got winded a couple days ago coming up the basement stairs with a basket of laundry. Seriously?
I got a workout in last night and I did manage to do a 45min cardio, though not up to the speed I normally do it. I’m sluggish and weak. Beating myself up constantly…nice huh. Ugly truth of my personality right here….
I’m bummed and mad at the same time. I hate having setbacks and I hate being sick.
Starting Weight – 157.9
Ending Weight – I refuse to post it. It went up ok. 🙁