BEING ILL WHEN TO RESUME WORKOUT

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I, nor anyone can answer this question unless you are under MD supervision.  I was recently diagnosed with IBS (irritable bowel syndrome). I never thought it was debilitating. I  was wrong, so many of the fruits and vegetables I normally eat I can no longer eat, WHAT, WHY .  I was angry,  but I was compliant for a while.

I felt horrible, nothing moving in the gut, walking was painful, ( thankful I was off).  With several intervention, I got relief, 2 days. but my abdomen was in pain. I  felt tired and really wanted to just rest but my body and energy level was saying “you can work out”.  I do not know if you have ever experience your  body out of sync this is so frustrating.

I made a decision, (mainly because my energy was causing restlessness). I dressed  and was ready for a workout.  Well not 100% but 75% was good. My purpose of sharing is to know when your body is ready to resume a workout. Listen to your body, do not push beyond your capability, but if your body and mind says so, do so slow beginning and then WOW sooner than you know you will be back to speed. I did and I am so happy I did.

Resuming a workout can be harmful if MD has reasons to put it on hold, but gratifying  if you are the reason. I will do 50 pound bicep curl to your decision to resume your workout.


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From Surviving to Thriving I’ve seen both sides of the scale: the unhealthy highs and the grueling lows. But through it all, I found something better than just a "goal weight"—I found a mindset shift. Now, my mission is to turn my personal fitness journey into our collective success story. I’m here to share the raw truth about nutrition, movement, and the mental game. Are you ready to feel EMPOWERED? Join the movement and let’s make this "Our Journey."

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