So, about 6 months ago I attempted to join the fitness center at work. But I was thwarted by high blood pressure. The blood pressure issue would likely be fixed by diet and exercise, but I needed a doctor's note to be allowed to exercise at the center.
My blood pressure at the time wasn't too bad, just a little elevated. But I'm a Black Girl From the South (BGFtS - all rights reserved) thus pretty much everyone in my family over the age of 50 has some combination of high blood pressure, heart disease, obesity, and Type II Diabetes. I wanted to fight this particular family tradition.
Late last year at the first appointment with this new doctor, I got the signed note to allow me to workout at the fitness center of my employer. I've been to the work gym sporadically, but mostly I've been working out at home and occasionally going to some local gyms with friends.
The biggest thing has been working on my diet. Apparently people of African descent are especially sensitive to sodium. Ah well.
But, fast forward to 8 AM this morning (aaargh! Practically middle of the night for a second-shift worker for myself!) and I've got the BP of a healthy person - 127/59. Whoo-hoo! BP is in mostly in check, I've not gained any weight (even though I *meant* to lose 10 pounds since the last check-up), and I'm cleared from doctor visits for another year unless something goes wonky.
Whoo-hoo!
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