I am not a healthy person

I don't mean this in an illness kind of way, though it is also true. I mean this in a fitness kind of way.

Despite my skinny appearance, I know for a fact I am unfit. I get out of breath walking to my friend Jeremy's house, which is barely three tenths of a mile. That's roughly 1584 feet or 618 yards. I eat poorly. My diet consists of very few vegetables compared to a lot of takeaways. 

"So start exercising," I hear you crying. 

"Ha," I laugh back at you, imaginary voices in my head. "If only it were that easy." And this is where my general unfitness turns medical. A big problem for me and my fitness is that I suffer from a little known (but often wished for) symptom called Exercise Intolerance. So while I sit here, gloating over the smug voices in my head, I am also a little stuck at what I can do about my own health.

It's that time of Year where people generally flock to the gym in their thousands with ridiculous phrases like "fit in '15" in their head. I'm not like that. For starters, gym memberships are a little beyond my price range. For another, my nearest gym is a whole 0.6 of a mile away from me. AND there's a hill. So that's always out of the question.

So I took my next best option.

One benefit of having super rare genetic condition (aside from the mutant powers, obviously) is having contacts in the medical world. I have a specialist consultant, his team, a researcher, a specialist sister and a wonderful woman who amounts to a social worker as e-mail contacts. I also happen to have an exercise person.

The year before last (or was it last year) I did an exercise study for her, where I had a tiny incident (my heart stopped a bit too rapidly). Anyway I dropped her an email and she's ringing me next week to talk about what I think I'm capable of doing (Seriously, nearly adult I talk to for longer than 20 minutes ends up becoming over cautious about me - probably in response to my complete lack of cautiousness about my own health). So we'll see how that goes.