I didn’t post before I left… and didn’t post while I was gone…
I went last week to see my Dad. He’s got terminal cancer, and it doesn’t look like he will be coming home.
Before I left, I researched the local area gyms, to the best of my ability. I did some looking into the aquatic centre because the pool there is awesome and I thought perhaps while I was gone I could do the aquacize classes they have.
I forgot my bathing suit. I did look in the (all of) 3 stores in Revelstoke to purchase another one – but one store was out of bathing suits, one only had suits up to size 18 and the last was a high end store – $100 a suit. Not going to happen.
So I checked out the one gym I could find.
I walked in wearing my runners, checked out the pricing, it was reasonable – ish although I really didn’t want to spend $50 to work out for a week.
The sign at the front of the gym deterred me entirely.
“Indoor shoes only past this point”
Ummm… I was wearing my only pair of runners – and was not about to go buy another pair so that was out of the question.
Needless to say – I didn’t get any workouts done this week. I didn’t even go for a walk beyond walking from my car to my dad’s hospital room.
I had a lot of time to think though. I don’t sleep well when I’m not in my own bed; I don’t sleep well when I’m not with my hubby; I don’t sleep well under stress. I really didn’t sleep well this week. So I thought, a lot.
My dad worked as a mechanic for a number of years, so that could have contributed to his lung cancer.
But he smoked. Every day from the time he was 14.
And as I reflect on him, sitting in the hospital bed, cancer eating at his lungs, his liver, his brain and his stomach, him asking to be taken down to have a smoke, I wonder… WTF??
Smoking causes heart disease, lung cancer, high blood pressure and a host of other health problems… yet people keep doing it. Even lying in a hospital bed, unable to stand up on their own, smokers continue to want to do it.
I’m glad I don’t smoke. I wish my loved ones would quit – I don’t want to have to go through this again.
I’m grateful that my husband no longer smokes. He did when I met him – and quit on our wedding day…. mostly. He continued to smoke cigars occasionally up until he had a heart attack. He hasn’t smoked anything since.
I am hoping to see my Dad again in July when I’m up there.
In the meantime – its time to get my own health in order… there are many health problems associated with being overweight. I would like to prevent/reverse them. I need to – so my children don’t have to watch ME go through what I am watching my dad go through…