On my first post, I briefly mentioned that I was a healthy 25-year-old before my cerebellar stroke in February. Well, it’s time to tell you a little more. I’ve always enjoyed being active and as of lately hitting the weight room had become a passion of mine. This stems from the fact that I was always the scrawniest kid around when I was in high school. I wasn’t really bothered by it then, until I graduated and realized I was 5’11”, 130 pounds.
After a gap year, I decided to go to college at Central Washington University where I lived with two of my best friends to this day; Sergio and Cesar. We went to the gym every night after classes, and got yoked! Ok… Maybe not “yoked”, but in the five years of college (yes, it took me five years to graduate) I was able to gain a decent amount of weight.
On the day of my graduation, I weighed a healthy 185 pounds.
The gym had become an escape for me. It was a place for me to relieve the stresses of school and the occasional fights with the girlfriend. I looked forward to going to the gym and forgetting about tests, homework, professors, deadlines, money, and personal issues.
Well, What HAVE I Realized?
I haven’t lifted weights or done any physical activity in over four months now, and it’s killing me! I’ve taken time off from the gym before, don’t get me wrong. Sometimes I would go weeks without going during summer and winter breaks. AND, As of February, I had been working as a project engineer for a year and a half, so I was working out sporadically. Needless to say, I wasn’t in the best shape of my life four months ago. So, not going to the gym isn’t necessarily what’s killing me. It’s the fact that I can’t; and if I do, I’m putting myself at risk for another stroke.
Since July of 2015, I’ve dedicated a lot of time to my 7am-5pm job. I sometimes ask myself if what I’ve done with my life has been worth it. If I had been completely disabled by the stroke, would I be in bed proud of my accomplishments?
I’m very glad that I don’t have to ask myself those questions now, because my answer is NO.
The stroke has taught me to always do what you love to do. We should always find time for what we love, and for the people that we love. I’m very hopeful that I’ll make a full recovery and my vertebral artery heals, so I can hit the weights again soon.
It may be thick-headed, I guess. All I can do is wait until I’m cleared.