When I got home, I got some gatorade, thinking that would make me feel better. It didn't. C, such a dear, made me some pasta while I sat in the recliner like a dying person. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and decided to get in the shower in hopes that it would help me regulate my body temperature. C brought me a bowl of pasta while I was in the shower, and I ate some food and drank some gatorade in the shower (classy, I know). I kept thinking that I felt bad because I needed sugar, but nothing I was consuming seemed to help.
I got out of the shower and laid down in bed. I laid there for about 5 minutes before it hit-- and I ran back to the bathroom and vomited everything I had eaten since the run. After that, I felt better. Not 100%, but better. I ate some more pasta and went to bed. I feel ok today, but that was NOT fun. Reminds me why I don't exercise. I'm going to keep at it though. I think an important piece of this will be us getting a treadmill for home, because then I can do my workout and be done with it. I won't have to worry about walking back to my car or driving home. I refuse to let this medical condition dictate my entire life. Just some of it, perhaps :)
The take-home message? Look at my stats from yesterday!!
Don't let it get you down. Everyone goes through that "I think I might die" day when they start something new like this. Stick with it, the results and the way you will feel in the end are totally worth it! xoxo
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