My doctor yelled at me again. Okay, she didn't actually raise her voice. She smiled kindly as she said, "Your blood pressure is a concern." You're telling me. Please don't tell me to stop eating salt, please don't tell me to stop eating salt.
So I need to work on not eating as much salt. And eating more fruits and veggies. And losing more weight. And walking more every day. And not stressing about every little thing every five seconds. Gah.
After leaving the doc's office, rather depressed that I'm about two more doctor's visits away from being taken out back and being shot for my crappy processed-foods lifestyle and genetics (both sides of the family) like some nag that's outlived her purpose, I went to the library and contemplated skipping the gym. But thought after having written on my form I went to the gym three times a week, that I shouldn't lie so soon after committing it to paper.
Holly was there after my BodyPump class. (I did both BodyPump and Yoga--does it matter? No, I still have a crappy HBP rating. Bastards.) I was laying on my mat, enjoying the fact I hadn't collapsed and died in the last class, and she grinned: "Corpse pose already?"
"Yep." Then I mentioned the doctor thing.
"You need to stop stressing out, man."
I just looked at her.
"You're right. Look who I'm talking too. Maybe you need some Xanex. And make sure they write you a big enough prescription that I get some too."
I've heard of worse ideas. Xanex is sounding mighty tempting at the moment.
But I did yoga instead. Maybe I'll ask the doc at the next checkup. Which is in a month. Yeah, me.
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Oh, I hope your blood pressure gets better. Isn't yoga great?! But ,ok, if we're being honest, I'll admit I can't do the majority of the positions they tell you to do.
And I may be living under a rock but what is BodyPump?
Bodypump is weight training to rock and roll music. You have a barbell with up to 35 pounds of weights and you do reps to the music, while your instructor calls out how you should be doing the reps.
Very macho. You feel very strong. Esp when you've been doing it for a while...and the guy behind you, with more muscles and looks like a GQ ad, pants and collapses on the mat between sets. And you don't. You think: Yeah, baby, you've come a long way!
I did one of those BP machines at Walmart over the weekend and according to it, I should have been in a coma I think. It was like 93/56 with a heart rate of 72. I realize I'm a laid-back person, but I don't think those numbers are good.
Seriously, cut the salt!
Easy for you to say. You fiend.
Surely there is some salt substitute that would give stuff flavor? Maybe? LOL!
And look, my heart is practically screeching to a halt. You are totally going to outlive me.
Wow, Hellion, you gotta get the BP under control! I can sympathize with you, though, I live with several salt addicts.
When I first started dating my DH I went to his house for dinner. His mother set the table and put out FIVE salt shakers! It seems his father and he had their own and everyone else shared the remaining three! His father salts EVERYTHING before he eats it. I've even seen him salt watermelon. LOL
His father has had cancer and is a diabetic, but no high BP! Go figure. The DH's blood pressure is fine but his cholesterol is whacked. I look healthy but I have absolutely no strength - can't go up or down stairs without getting winded! I'm of the opinion that it's always something!
I think everyone needs to exercise and watch what they eat no matter what. I also think it's a huge pain in the a$$, literally!
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