Breathing is a good thing and something I find that I'm rather quite fond of. Why this sudden revelation? Because I stopped breathing last night in my sleep. It was a super nasty experience and I'd rather not go there again. I woke gasping, fuzzy headed and a bit befuddled. My hope had been that the weight I've lost would have helped my sleep apnoea but it seems not. I had rolled onto my back and obviously just forgot to breathe. I was then scared to go back to sleep. Horrible and an incentive to keep my eye on the goal of losing.
To further disturb my sleep I had an onset of restless legs which soon replace my fear of not breathing with a bit of a cranky pants mood. I've not had trouble with restless legs for quite a long time now and am wondering if it is a result of all the walking that I've done this week. As a child I would always have restless legs after heavy gymnastics or other sporting/active sessions. I remember telling my Mum that it felt like I had maggots in my legs. Pretty gross but that's a pretty good discription for the unceasing, disturbing sensation that you experience.
Maybe I should have called this blog post 'bitching' instead of 'breathing'.....
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