"All I need is the air that I breathe..."

So I'm getting older, just like everyone else.  And I'm not fit, I'm not going to lie about that either.  But my body has been taking the piss recently.


I used to have Asthma when I was a kid.  Most the time not really that bad, just the odd problem with breathlessness, but due to the huge amount of extra curricular stuff I did, it was probably get at bay.


However, in recent years where exercise has been secondary to my theatre work, my body has become quite unhealthy.  The exercise stuff especially has become non-existent : s


Well, til recently, this wasn't a problem.  But due to increased stress levels of trying to re-route my work career and not exercising, my asthma is back and is currently not looking to leave.


The main problem started a few months back when I wasn't enjoying work, had come second to someone else for a job I really wanted and was generally getting stressed with silly things.  On the way to a freelance job on a random day, I started getting a very tight chest (making me feel like I was wearing a tight corset) and this followed with having odd times when I found it hard to breathe.  Originally we thought it was a chest infection and I was given an inhaler and stuff to take.  


Fast forward a month or so one and I suddenly couldn't breathe whilst at work and then it got worse over the following days.  Since this event I have been to the doctors several times and now have a blue, purple and brown inhaler and follow up prescriptions.


Unfortunately, moving on to today, I am still having problems and we are still unsure if it is just a random asthma problem, a chest infection that won't go or stress - whatever it is, my breathing sucks at the mo.


I have started trying to eat healthier stuff when I can and do a lot more walking etc, but until the problem clears up a bit, I find it very hard to do much without coughing or having to taken my inhaler.


I wish all those years ago when things were easier and less stressful, that I had enjoyed them more and really realised how lucky I was.

Due to my dry sense of humour on this one, I thought the title was very appropriate for the subject matter.  Blog title comes from this song:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7duPNQCp-w4

"My zippers bust, my buckles break..."

I apologise for once again not blogging for ages.  I have been trying to sort out the un-fun task of finding permanent work and it's been getting me down a bit, so didn't want to really bring that on to my blog.  But I'm back baby! : )


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So I decided to to my bit for Scope the other day by filling up one of their charity bags for collecting.  I knew I had a reasonable amount of stuff that I had to get rid of and now seemed the perfect time to sort it. On top of all the random household stuff they are interested in, the main things that I can normally supply is clothes and shoes - mainly cos I love shopping and I always have things I have been meaning to get rid of for ages.


My aim was to get rid of items from my drawers and Wardrobe on top of the four pairs of shoes I was already going to donate.  Well, that landed up being a mammoth task.


I have been working recently but it's kind of like one week of ridiculous hours followed by a free week with no work, so my eating habits have been up the spout.  I knew I'd put on a bit of weight (not overly look wise, but just in how I feel), but it was obviously slightly more than I thought.


I landed up throwing out a massive bag of stuff!  Suddenly half of the clothes I haven't really been wearing don't fit at all.  I had dresses with like a 2inch gap at the top of the zip, trousers that wouldn't go on and a few really nice items that I know won't fit again.  It was devastating!  I'm not one to become sentimental about items, but I think it was more my youth fading away with me.  Lots of people put on weight or change shape around their thirties, but I just didn't see it coming!


Luckily, I did some decent me shopping at Xmas, so I am not without clothes, I am just getting older : (
So unfortunately this now means the inevitable - exercising!  One of my least favourite things to do.  I think it is because I used to be really fit and toned as a youngster and when that went, it was too difficult to get back to what I used to be.  The other problem is due to the lack of routine with work, I can't do exercise on the same times/days each weeks, which makes it hard to motivate myself.  Maybe I should just finish my chocolate eggs first (yummy) and then go back to fitness, otherwise it is seriously a lost cause.  So until they are finished.... : )


Blog title taken from Weird Al Yankovich's Fat:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t2mU6USTBRE