Today was just one of those days where I feel like I weigh approximately 700 pounds. I feel bloated, hungry, like there's not enough food to fill me up, my face looks bloated and splotchy, and I'm so charming that I even walk around my living room with my jeans unbuttoned and my gut hanging out because I just feel overheated and gross and ugh.
I am grateful this horrible day is almost over. These days seem to come at least once a month, sometimes once every two months if I'm lucky.
And yet, despite me sitting in my chair, jeans unbuttoned, gut hanging out, feeling and looking as gross as described above, my husband says "you're beautiful, honey," blames it on hormones, and kisses the top of my head. He makes me almost cry for all the best reasons.
To make these Fat Days even better is that my asthma always seems particularly bad on these unholy nightmares of a day. I'd say 90% of the time, I have no problems with my asthma, even when I'm running or exercising or what have you. But sometimes it just comes on strong and it suuuuucks. I don't have any inhalers, which are usually a quick cure, so I just drink a lot of water and hope for the best.
It does not help my cause that I have a deviated septum and really need to get it fixed. If you don't know what that is, it's when one of your nostrils is always clogged. Constantly. Always and forever. I am never able to breathe out of both nostrils and it really, really, really sucks. I am usually breathing out of my mouth because I don't get enough air through my nose and I look like an idiot. According to Dr. Google, about 10% of the population (at least in America, I think) has it. A lot of people that have it don't even think anything of it because it's such a part of daily life.
Maybe when I've found temporary unemployment in my near future (happens all the time -- such is the career of someone in the pool business living in a temperate area) I can take the time out to go to my primary care doctor, have him recommend I go to a specialist, go to the specialist, have them agree that I need the surgery and get it done so I can breathe properly. You know how doctors work.
I should probably really make that a priority before the half marathon. Months and months of training to be brought down by a stubborn nostril would be absolutely crushing.
One more goal before the finish line. Such is life, eh?
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