But it's a working lemon, so I'm not going to complain too much. I went back to the cardiologist for a check up yesterday. He said, "Sara, you are so awesome. I want to be just like you." Okay, he didn't say that. He did say that my heart looked much better than it did a month ago and he's pleased with the turnaround I've had. Yay for beta blockers and their ability to control rhythm! Then he said that there was one problem. Last month my resting heart rate was 68. This month it's 99. That's a big deal. If I weighed 300 pounds and rode one of those little carts around instead of walking it would make sense. But I don't weigh 300 pounds and I'm very active. I run three days a week, swim, do weights, and take some fitness classes. They are just going to monitor it for now to see if it will go back down.
I told Hubs all of this and he flipped out! If you haven't been able to tell, I'm a really laid back person and Hubs isn't. Personally, I'm just happy my heart is beating at all. He went out and bought me one of those really expensive heart rate monitors with a chest band and a watch. I hate it, but I wear it because he's worried about my heart rate getting too high when I work out (it doesn't). I want him to be happy and I want him to be calm. Mostly I want him to not nag me about working out. So I wear the stupid thing. I have to put it around my chest at the top of my ribcage and tighten it until it won't fall down. Then I push a button on the watch and it monitors my heart rhythm. I was working out today and wearing it. Our gym has a "ladies only" workout room and that's where I choose to hide. I don't like being around the sweaty men. So I did my cardio, did my weights, ran around the track a few times and went to the locker room. I realized I didn't know how to shut the monitor off and it's supposed to have an alarm. If your heart stops, the alarm will go off. So I was worried that some loud alarm was going to sound and naked women would come running to my aid, but I couldn't figure out how to shut it off. So I finally just ripped the chest band off. The watch beeped once and nothing else happened. It's so comforting to know that if my heart stops and I collapse at the gym that my watch is going to beep one time to alert the no one standing around me that I'm dead. Hooray for technology.
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Wow... that is a high resting heart rate. Mine runs a little high... in the 70s, sometimes 80s. But no doctor has ever said anything about it - I think because resting heart rates have such a wide margin. But I can zip that bad boy up to 150 in NO TIME when I'm working out. That freaks my husband out because he can push himself for an hour and not get his heart rate that high.
I should be lean. I should be skinny. I should be lithe with my heart rate that high when I exercise.
But I'm not.
I should be skinny, too! Where is the justice? Why am I eating this celery??
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