Tuesday, May 27, 2014

A Whole Jumble of Feelings- Brought to you by Asthma.

So here is the thing about being a person who is morbidly obese.  You get used to blaming everything that isn't right about your body on being morbidly obese.  Here are some examples:

My legs fall asleep if I am sitting in the wrong chair or even on the can.  Short as I am, flying 'Spirit' in a window seat does it to me too.  Must be cause I am fat.

My Sciatica is sometimes insanely out of control.  Surely being thinner would help it never to happen at all.

Sometimes I  feel like there is a big fat guy or an elephant sitting on my chest.  Must be cause I am too fat, or too out of shape or something.  Out of shape especially.  Never mind how much my fitness has improved in six months.  I am out of shape.  Even though I know you can't go from  in good shape to completely out of shape in a month or less.


Best yet, when I went to a Doctor to talk about some symptoms I had after the Hamilton Half Marathon, he implied it was because I just wasn't fit enough. I sort of bought it, but realized that it had to be something else after wearing a holter monitor and getting totally normal results (60 as a resting pulse) 

When I did the Miami Marathon, I felt so ashamed that it took me almost six hours.  The whole time (in the insane heat and humidity) I felt like I had someone sitting on my chest, and to boot, my sciatica, in a PMS week, was horrendous.  Since I had  not trained intensely since Las Vegas a month before, I thought for sure it was because I wasn't good enough.  I was baffled though by how thoroughly my ass was kicked, because I had done the Hamilton Half a couple of months before and there is NO way one would lose that much ability just from undertraining.

Upon my return, I could feel the difference in the air as soon as the  plane took off but especially once outside in the -30C dry air of Buffalo.  While cold can be one of my triggers for asthma (coughed for a week after the Hamilton HM walked in 2 C weather).  My chest lightened and it suddenly struck me that perhaps I wasn't giving asthma enough weight as part of the Lesson's Learned post race debrief.

So here is what I learned.  Lot's of people's legs fall asleep.  Young people, Adults, seniors.  It has zero to do with weight.

My Sciatica was caused by a lifeguarding training accident when I was 16.  I was diving off a guard chair, my foot slipped and it caused a compressed disc.  It took six months before it stopped hurting all the time and for the longest time, I could not stand to wash my face- I would shower instead.  It came back to bite my back and thigh when I was pregnant the first time.  It flares up and down but I KNOW that my skinny as a stick friends also have the problem and some of them worse than me.  Not saying weight loss might not help but am saying its not because I am fat.

The problem of my heart pounding?  Not weight related.  Remotely.  It was a medicine I was taking.

Now the guy sitting on my chest.  Well, that it seems is what asthma feels like.  I thought asthma was just wheezing.  Apparently it manifests itself in different ways. One way it manifests itself is by heaviness.  Another is breathlessness.  Poor oxygenation.  No, it isn't that I was too out of shape for Miami.  It isn't that I was too fat (not that I could not be in better shape, or thinner.)

Yesterday , I went for a Methaocoline Challenge.  I have known about my asthma for years, diagnosed as a child, then as a young adult and never had a methacoline challenge which is the official way to be diagnosed.  It was a sort of interesting process and ultimately, the confirmation of the diagnosis does not mean as much as what I learned while sitting there.

It turns out that asthma can manifest itself exactly as it did in Miami.  And sometimes when I run up the stairs or even just walk from the kitchen to the dining room.  It doesn't happen all the time because I am not having asthma attacks all the time.  It does happen when I am exercising.  THAT is what is happening all those times I am trying to walk 180 beats a minute which i should be able to do, but sometimes can't.  Its not that I am not fit enough when that happens, I am not oxygenating properly because my lungs are compromised.  Exercise is definitely a trigger so its something I need to get proactively preventing, which is why I started the process of figuring out what went wrong in Miami in the first place!

It is SUCH a relief to hear that these symptoms are a part of athsma, not just wheezing!  As much as I tried not to let it affect my self esteem, I feel SO much better knowing this is not because I am some fraud who talks a good game but just isn't up to it.  And then I remember that the reason I wanted to find out about all of this is that I WANT to keep walking- Outside preferably!  And, that should have been enough not to make me question whether I was good enough, or a whiner.  Yes, I am morbidly obese, but if I had been thin, I would have been much more accepting that this was a medical matter rather than a medically related one.  I want to be fairer to myself in future.

The gift that was the methacoline challenge test is that I went from feeling embarrassed and ashamed at how badly I handled Miami, to pride that I actually finished DESPITE what I now know was my  body screaming at me that it just did not have enough oxygen to support the race I was doing.  No wonder I ended up in the medical tent thinking I was going to have a heart attack because I could not breathe.  Interesting that they missed it was asthma too....Yesterday, at 33% down, I felt way better than I did in that race- and the knowledge that I did finish even with diminished capacity and a longer finish time, is not embarrassing, is not just ok,  but in point of fact is stellar.


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