* I wrote this on my phone last night when I couldn't get to sleep. Also, feet/leg picture in the post. If you're weirded out by feet, don't look! I'm so ready to go home tomorrow *
When I'm in the gym, there are times where I feel like I'm just like everyone else. I can move. My body is healthy. My heart responds properly to any stimulus I give it. It feels good.
Then, there are days like today. Those where, after spending most of my day on my feet and drinking very little water, I feel the severity to which my body still has to handle my weight.
My feet and legs have an indescribable ache. My feet throb. My legs are so swollen that I can't see my ankles. I feel like someone pumped 10 pounds of saline in my legs, which just sits there, expanding underneath my skins surface. It's times like these that I realize how hard carrying this weight is on my body.
Can my heart handle it right now? Thankfully, yes. But what about the rest of me? Apparently not. The weight is just too much for my legs and lymph system to handle when pushed outside of its regular routine. Even sitting at my desk job when I'm not traveling is tough because of the inactivity. I look forward to going home and propping my feet up for some relief.
Yes, I've had tests. Many tests. No, nothing is wrong with me other than my weight-induced pitting edema. I'm on a water pill. Yes I took it today. But still, this body was pushed, and now my years of body neglect are making themselves felt as I head to sleep with prayers for relief when I awake.