Done with meds

I've reached the end of my latest hospital stay/doing home meds. I had a PFT today and it was the same as last week. Which... is a tad disappointing, that another week's worth of medicines didn't really move the needle. However, I do feel better this week, as far as getting around easier. So at least there's that.

I'm not quite back to where I'd like to be, and in looking at my numbers, I see the last time I reached over 0.90 was a year ago. For all of this year, my baseline has been comfortably parked at 0.88. I realize, that's only 0.02 less, but that's still a big deal to me. Every little bit counts, and I'm gonna keep trying for over 0.9 as long as I can.

But, I know that keeping up with my exercise will give me the best shot I have of reaching those kinds of numbers, and even if they're unattainable, my quality of life will remain greatly improved because of it.

The problem with exercise is that the progress is so gradual it's barely noticeable, you know? Ugh, it sucks. I think, by nature, we like to see results in the things that we do. And I think this explains why it's just so damn hard to stick to an exercise routine or even get started in the first place. I've realized it's also a challenge for me since I go through this virtual reset every six months when I have to drop everything and go in the hospital, or even when I end up sick it becomes hard to exercise; it's hard to form true, lasting habits when that happens.

We also aren't very good at remembering things, like the day to day stuff. Hardly anyone, with probably the exception of some individuals on the spectrum, could tell you what they had for dinner two weeks ago. Likewise, it's hard to always remember where we started, versus how far we've come when it comes to things like exercise or whatever life improvement you might be pursuing. It's hard to see the benefit of working out for ten minutes more, versus calling it quits a little early and skimping here and there. But in order to gain ground, one must stay diligent.