Disclaimer: P90X is tough and you should be in decent shape before going all out using this system. You could certainly use P90X to get fit but listen to your body and only do what you can. This is *my* journal and I do not advocate that anyone do what I'm doing. Some of it is probably very foolish and you should do your own research and/or consult with a doctor before doing crazy stuff like this.
Here's an additional disclaimer for this post. You might want to give reading this post a pass if reading about the following topics would be less than pleasant for you: violent and messy flu symptoms, gore, and my butt (sometimes all combined).
In my last post, I started with my excuses of why I haven't done P90X for the past month. I would like to continue those excuses here from where I left off.
I made an appointment on my way out of the doctor's office for the following week so that I could have the stitches removed from my butt. Next was the 2 hour ride home in the car. Imagine sliding into home base for 150 miles and you'll get the picture. I now know why we have two butt cheeks. One won't do the job. It takes both of them to support the weight of our body.
I couldn't wait to get home. Not that anything was fun. Walking hurt. Sitting hurt. Bending over . . . fogedaboudit. Anything that I dropped was staying there until next week.
I was scheduled to have the stitches out on Thursday morning. Right before that, Wednesday night happened.
We went out to dinner to our favorite Mexican restaurant with some friends. The Nevada caucus was on Saturday and none of us had even been caucusing before.
Heh, heh, he said cock-us.
When we came home, Trey said he was tired and wanted to go to bed. It was 7pm. Trey doesn't volunteer to go to bed at anytime. We thought it was odd but kids are smarter than adults. He quits eating when he's full and he sleeps when he's tired. We don't doubt his wisdom and let him go to sleep.
By 9pm, I was ready for bed too.
Around midnight, I woke up. Apparently, a large parasite had moved inside my body and wasn't content with how god had arranged the furniture. He was in there moving my stomach to one side, shifting the large intestines over by my kidneys, and moving the small intestines down below my hips. I don't know if he was making a huge game room or getting ready to have guests over but I do know that I was doubled over in pain. I tried fetal position, I tried the kneeling fetal with body on the couch praying to all that's holy position, I tried the 1 year old fetal head on the floor butt in the air position. Nothing helped with the pain.
Around 5am, my body tried to take things into its own hands and tried to expel the parasite from my body.
Hoo boy, there is really nothing like 12-hour old, somewhat digested enchiladas, spewing out of your mouth and nose for breakfast.
Just ask Trey who had the same thing as I did for dinner and for breakfast.
Trey and I were going to go to the doctor and my wife was going to go to work. I was not in any condition to drive though so she took the day off and drove so that I could have the stitches removed from butt.
We told the intake nurse why we were there and also about the new symptoms, for me and Trey. Poor kid had a fever of 103. I told her that I thought it was food poisoning but they said it was probably the flu. Like it really mattered.
As I laid on the half bed thingy, with my butt hanging out, and the doctor yanking stitches out, I was silently thankful that my body was only using one exit to expel the poison. That would change but at least it wouldn't change until the tall Russian woman was done playing with my naked ass.
Tia drove us both home and then made a grocery store run for fluids. Trey and I just laid where ever we landed. I have never felt so completely drained in my life. Trey and I did a bit more competitive puking for the day.
"What do you mean I have a weak stomach. I'm chucking it as far as dad is."
We slept the rest of the time, well into the next day, or the next. I lost track.
When the extreme fatigue left, my body decided that I had enough energy to double up on the poison removal, violently expelling liquids out any way it could. If this had been the Exorcist, I would have a needed 2 pairs of priests, 1 pair for each end. My body was casting out the demons all on its own though and in a very pronounced way.
By Sunday, I was feeling a little bit better and even tried eating a bit of solid food. It went well. Monday was even better and by Tuesday, I was back on top of the world, feeling better than I had in a long, long time. It took Trey an extra couple of days because he had developed some very nasty nasal congestion. There was probably bits of cheese from the enchilada blocking the drainage. Eventually though, that cleared up and Trey was back to his energetic self.
We had lived. We wiped everything down with Clorox wipes and sprayed Lysol everywhere, hoping it would work like holy water to keep that particular demon from returning to our house.
For the last week, here's where I have found myself as far as P90X goes. The build up of inertia, of not doing P90X, from the holidays, the stitches, and the debilitating flu, has me sitting still even though I feel good. The days keep on clicking by, leaving me behind, as they move closer to the cruise.
I was discussing this with Tia who has been doing much better than me with exercising but isn't satisfied with the results that she's getting. She wants to add an extra workout to her schedule about 3 times a week but also hasn't found the motivation.
We decided to try bribery on ourselves. Starting tomorrow, we are going to keep track of how many times we workout and pay ourselves for each time. The money will be set aside and saved to buy clothes for the cruise. If we do a good job, we're gonna want to put new clothes on our new bodies. We're going to keep track on the calendar in the kitchen so it's right there as a reminder each day.
I'll let you know how it works out, of course.
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