Recharge

I was so used to being wound up so tight that I could have given tiger a run for his money! STRESS is Insane!!!!!! - Its real - It can make you sick - It can kill you! I learnt this the hard way when one random January day my body shut down basically. 

Before that day I drank seven (7) cups of coffee a day, STRONG coffee, didn't eat before 11am, and when I did I ate whatever I could find. I would also wait for what sometimes could be hours outside shopping malls for a parking space as close to the entrance as possible. I wouldn't cook, slept maybe three or four hours a day and well in a nutshell I was a HOT MESS!

That day my world stopped.

For a moment I thought I was dying... My chest was tight, my breathing laboured and I had lost all motor function - It was insane! After being delivered to the emergency room and being unceremoniously pushed down a long dreary corridor in a wheelchair by a chap who looked more like a rough and tough 'bar brawler' than a hospital orderly, (you simply just can’t get the help these days!) I was eventually poked and prodded by a nurse who I'm sure had seen better days and then by a doctor who looked very green around the ears (young and inexperienced I mean). 

Dr Greeny (no not his name of course this is Africa! His real name is probably close to Eddy Murphy's name in Coming to America than it is to 'greeny' however I cannot remember his name, I am not the best with names you see...) Anyway, Greeny gave me nothing! Zero, Zilch, Nada - Like seriously!?! I thought as I tried ever so hard not to glare at him! 'HELLO!!! I'm dying here' I wanted to yell at him! But I was just too weak to give it the delivery it required to carry any weight... So yes he did nothing except refer me to a 'specialist physician' and send me away. 

Of course by that point hubby had arrived and I was to be fair feeling better tho totally knackered and somewhat out of it desiring sleep above all else. So grudgingly I agreed to leave...

After a series of intrusive questions much like Inspector Clouseau interrogating a suspect than a doctor’s interview; and a whole bunch of tests later, the 'specialist physician announced my condition!

STRESS! 

He literally said and I repeat, verbatim, "All your tests are clear, I think you are Stressed and it doesnt help that you are over weight...You need to relax and get some exercise in"

As I stared at him whilst trying ever so inconspicuously to pick my jaw off the floor and compose myself, I managed to mutter, "Can you give me something for that?" As the words were flowing out of my mouth I could feel myself willing them back as I realised I should have said something more appropriate like, "Can I see your degree paperwork?" or "What university did you say you went to again?" or even better, "What are you smoking!?!" 

STRESS???????? 

Well heck I am stressed NOW I thought as I nodded trying not to be obviously checked out of the conversation, after all we were discussing my health... 

Stress.... Really????

Note how I didn't argue about obesity, its not like I couldn't see and feel the weight on me...and so my weight loss journey began...