Hey community! Sorry in advance for my sob story but i was hoping that sharing this with people on the same journey will help me continue and maybe we can share stories and bumps in the road and help eachother.
So, i was normal weight (even thin) all my life until i got pregnant (at 34 years old). My "baby" is now almost 5 years old. The problem wasnt the pregnancy per se but all the weight i keep gaining afterwards, year after year after year. The baby, the no sleep, the no time for excersising. Now im obese.
Finally, february 2020 i decided i will change everything: my diet, my excersise habits. Rented a city bike, started riding it to work everyday, yada yada. A month later, pandemic started. My city (and country) literally forbid people to go out. Started working remote. I live in a TINY apartment with the 4 year old and my husband. Lockdown. Did a bit of youtube vids but it was almost impossible with NO room and my kid running around. Spent months indoors seeing no one but my in laws who took care of our child once a week so we could get some work done. In early july i got the virus from my mother in law. Bilateral pneumonia. Got hospitalized. Thankfully no oxygen. Overseen for a week in the hospital then home. My postcovid syntomps lasted NINE MONTHS: shortage of breath, taquicardia, general tiredeness. Try to excersise but it was impossible to be constant cause i got exhausted just by walking. Couldnt fight it anymore. My body limitations were too much. I rested
In late march 2021 i was finally feeling better also had been given clearance by doctors. Started fast walking. First it was 4km, then 5, then 6, then 7 and a half. Everyday Hey community! Sorry in advance for my sob story but i was hoping that sharing this with people on the same journey will help me continue and maybe we can share stories and bumps in the road and help eachother.
So, i was normal weight (even thin) all my life until i got pregnant (at 34 years old). My "baby" is now almost 5 years old. The problem wasnt the pregnancy per se but all the weight i keep gaining afterwards, year after year after year. The baby, the no sleep, the no time for excersising. Now im obese.
Finally, february 2020 i decided i will change everything: my diet, my excersise habits. Rented a city bike, started riding it to work everyday, yada yada. A month later, pandemic started. My city (and country) literally forbid people to go out. Started working remote. I live in a TINY apartment with the 4 year old and my husband. Lockdown. Did a bit of youtube vids but it was almost impossible with NO room and my kid running around. Spent months indoors seeing no one but my in laws who took care of our child once a week so we could get some work done. In early july i got the virus from my mother in law. Bilateral pneumonia. Got hospitalized. Thankfully no oxygen. Overseen for a week in the hospital then home. My postcovid syntomps lasted NINE MONTHS: shortage of breath, taquicardia, general tiredeness. Try to excersise but it was impossible to be constant cause i got exhausted just by walking. Couldnt fight it anymore. My body limitations were too much. I rested.
In late march 2021 i was finally feeling better also had been given clearance by doctors. Started fast walking. First it was 4km, then 5, then 6, then 7 and a half. Everyday i was feeling better and better. I was feeling like myself again. Late May my brother got covid, he just had moved to a country that has it much worse than ours and he doesnt have health insurance. He is only 31 years old. He should be fine, i think. Well, he is not. He got hospitalized in a very very precarious public hospital with oxygen. 3 days later he keeps getting worse and needs to get intubated but there are no beds in Lima, Peru, and private hosp8tals ask for 15,000 dollars per day that my family doesnt have. He finally finds a public bed one day later. Got sedated and intubated in ICU for 3 weeks. Thankfully woke up (3 months later he is still in the hospital dealing with consequences of covid but thats another story). Meanwhile i used the daily walks to destrees. I was helping my mom and dad deal with all this and it was very hard. Well my brother was still in ICU, in june, in one of my walks, i sprinkle my ankle. Third degree. Couldnt walk for a month, used crutches. Tried to do abs, weights, etc. Finally bought a potable excersise bike. I do it in my balcony everyday. One hour of excersise: bike, abs, weights, then the ankle excersises for 40 minutes. Still cant walk perfectly but getting better with weekly physical therapy. My brother still cant walk. Or sit down. Or get out of bed. Barely moves. I dont know, im just trying to vent and trying to make sense of everything while trying to keep going despite the hardships.
Doing all this DID make me lose quite a bit of weight, between the long walks, the diet and now the excersises, im certainly better than last year. In the meantime of these year mess i also learned i have prediabetes and got my 2 covid vaccina shots. The most important part of excersising, for me, was the mental relief that provided. When i couldnt do it cause of the ankle, and my brother battling in the ICU, i almost collapsed. With a little patience and will im now excersising everyday and trying to feel better.
Thanks for reading, please share your thoughts or story.
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