This is one of those moments where I wish I could push the fast forward button to do the montage of me training and eating healthy and being miserable initially but by the end being stronger and leaner and not necessarily enjoying it by the end, but struggling less.
If life WERE a movie and this was my montage moment, the music would be Eye of the Tiger by Survivor.
It’s the eye of the tiger It’s the thrill of the fight Rising up to the challenge of our rival
There are a ton of things going on these days, but I’m mostly focused on those super high cholesterol and triglyceride numbers.
Healthy obsession, I promise.
When you’re going on a trip, it’s important to understand where you’re starting, where you’re going, and how you’re getting there.
Where Are We Starting?
I am five foot seven inches and currently weigh around one hundred eighty seven pounds.
My body composition analysis is around 82.5 pounds of body water, 30.4 pounds of dry lean mass, and 74.6 pounds of body fat mass.
The muscle-fat analysis says that while my weight is 187.5 pounds, my skeletal muscle mass is 62.6 pounds making my body fat mass around 74.6 pounds.
And my obesity analysis estimates my BMI is 29.4 and percent body fat is 39.9.
My cholesterol numbers are high at 208 milligrams (mg) per deciliter (dL) while the standard range is less than 200 mg/dL. And my triglyceride numbers are high at 182 mg/dL while the standard range is 150 mg/dL.
Finally, the Hemoglobin A1C results indicate an increased risk for diabetes (pre-diabetes): 5.7-6.4% with a value of 6.0% while the standard range is 4.0 – 5.6%.
I finally packed. The day of the flight. And I made the flight.
And flying domestically within the United States is every bit as scary as I thought it’d be – no vaccine verification, no COVID test verification, just wear a mask, pack into the overbooked plane and hope you don’t sit next to a cougher.
I was the cougher.
I mean, I knew I didn’t have COVID and was fit to fly based on several negative COVID tests and a call to the nurse, but no one else did, so I was eating cough drops like candy and doing my best to be invisible and silent.
I am traveling for work, having not traveled for eighteen months, starting on Monday, lasting for ten days, and not going to one conference, but, technically, only two, but with LOTS of day zero events and social events and everything that goes on in between.
And working The Booth.
I don’t even have a pair of sneakers with me; they’re currently with Customs. Sneakers or super comfy shoes are an absolute must when working The Booth at any convention for any amount of time over five minutes.
THIS is why I think this cough is mostly psychosomatic, but it could legit be something physical, too, but either way, I wrote up a few tasks / routines / bullet points that I want to make priority number one before / during the next ZOMG ten days.