Well, I’m feeling better. Not perfect, mind, but better. The allergy medication my doctor prescribed has finally kicked in, and so the drainage and coughing that kept me up all night for three days running has finally subsided to an annoying wet tickle at the back of my throat. And I can breathe without trying to cough! Oh, the luxury!
What does this mean for my efforts to exercise?
I actually asked my doctor that. He told me there was no specific medical or medication-based reason why I couldn’t, but that I needed to pay attention to myself. If I start struggling for breath and coughing, then stop. If it doesn’t, then exercise and walking are back on the menu. So I’ll be taking a crack at that today, and I’ll let you know how it works out.
Sadly, I don’t know how successful I’ll be at the whole weight loss thing this week. And not just because I didn’t exercise (or hardly even move) for four days. I also discovered that, when I don’t feel well (but aren’t nauseous), I tend to eat. So I spent the past four days grazing and not bothering to track anything, and I suspect this means I’ll break even for this week. But, then again, I was sick.
Oh, strangely enough that reminds me of the reason why I don’t use Weight Watchers (other than being too cheap to pay for it). Something like ten years ago, I joined. A week later, I was knocked out by the flu. I spent four days in bed eating the occasional slice of toast and drinking juice, and it was two more days before I got my appetite back completely. The next week I weighed in, and I’d lost five pounds. So when they asked how we did on our goals, I stood up and told them that I’d lost the five pounds because I’d been terribly sick and hadn’t eaten anything.
The group cheered and clapped at my success.
I never went back.
Hopefully, that group wasn’t typical. But it left a bad taste in my mouth. So, there you have it. My Weight Watchers experience.