What I'm about to say is something that you're not exactly supposed to say out loud. Much less to all of the world via the internet. However this needs to be said to prove my point. At the end of May my stress level was at an all time high. It was at a level I had never encountered before. Eventually all the small things piled upon all the large things and I snapped. Hello nervous breakdown! Nervous breakdown translated into me being thrown into rehab for various reasons. I didn't get just any rehab though, I got McLean rehab! Yes, the nuthouse that was Sylvia Plath's straight jacket of choice. So not only was I in a building full of junkies, I was in a building full of CRAZY junkies, myself included. Lovely time. While I was in there though, they tried to scare me away from booze by giving me hardcore scientific proof as to how these substances kill your brain cells and eventually yourself. Their proof went something like this...
The liver requires 3 molecules of oxygen to breakdown 1 molecule of alcohol. The liver 's acquisition of these extra oxygen molecules eventually leads to the oxygen in your body being used up before it hits your brain. So the more you drink the less oxygen your brain is receiving. (Please note I am typing this while drinking my 3rd glass of wine today) As your brain receives less and less oxygen it starts shutting down different segments, hence a persons inability to function. Or once it finally shuts down the Thalamus & Medulla a persons ability to live. Hello death via alcohol poisoning! As these segments shut down after a certain amount of time passes, slowly the cells start to die off.
So in simple terms, lack of oxygen=dead brain cells and possibly DEATH.
Tonight feeling like the Chubby McChubberton that I am I decided going for a jog would be a splendid idea. I'm a smoker so it wasn't long until that idea wasn't so splendid anymore. As I was staggering down the road, repeatedly gasping for breaths of pure fresh oxygen filled air, looking like a fish out of water, I thought back to all I learned in rehab. After thinking hard about all of this, I came to only one conclusion, exercise=dead brains or DEATH! I have NEVER been as oxygen deprived due to drinking as I have been exercising. Exercise seems like a much quicker route to death if you ask me. So from here on out I am making a pledge to myself. A pledge to save my life, or at least a few brain cells. From here on out I am clean and sober. And by clean and sober I mean exercise free!
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Now THAT'S an exercise program I can get behind! Lifting a beer can be very heavy....especially if served in a heavy glass beer stein.
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