Muscle beach is THAT way!

Ouch

Really? I'm on my 4th week of coughing? Just when my symptoms start to dissipate they come back. I had a horrible night of restless sleep because I kept waking up coughing. I thought I was over that part of the obstacle course. So annoyed. Is this pneumonia? Why am I dealing with this AND this other waiting game of seeing if my cells are precancerous. I want to say this is stressful but I'm resolved NOT to let it stress me out. Instead I will be proactive. I was looking at my lab results from blood work..it all looks like a foreign language to me....but next to one thing was the word LOW. Creatinine Serum Level=LOW. I googled it. Apparently it has to do with your muscle mass, kidneys and your muscles atrophying. Its also reading as if I'm a vegetarian, which I'm not. If this is a free pass to eat lots of yummy steak I'll take it!

But more realistically it means...strength training. My muscles have dissolved this year sitting at a canvas all the time. Artists can get very sedentary and when I start working on a painting I'm hellbent. You can't tear me away . So I have to design my day differently. Exercise first. Before work. Exercise because I have to in order to live. I don't ever want to be taken down with 4 weeks of bloody damn coughing again. I'm mad at myself for not taking better care of ME.

Perhaps more exercise will make me more tired and I can sleep better at night. Maybe. My lack of sleep isn't helping things, it's not allowing me to heal properly. Ah downward spiral! But today I will change it all around, because I can. Pretty sure yummy steaks are gonna make me well too! : )

I'm going to get a proper calendar this year and use it, I'm going to utilize my time wisely. I will have to say NO to things that put me in too much of a bind, things that would detract from me having time to take care of me. 2013 is going to be the selfish year of rebuilding my health and muscles. NYAH! But no one gets to stand on my shoulders when I'm all buff!

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