cold weather sucks.

It's not even that cold here but it's cold enough that my asthma kicks in hardcore. Here I am trying to exercise this morning and my asthma had a clinch on my lungs. I can't breathe normally and even my trainer is kinda freaking out. After an emotionally charged week, the last thing I needed was for my body to fail me. I tried to push through but it's hard to do so when your body isn't getting enough oxygen. I kept feeling like I was going to puke or pass out. My body was quitting on me weather I liked it or not. I was so winded I could barely talk. That's not normal for my workouts. But I saw a picture of myself in college the other day and was motivated. I used to have a bomb ass body. I'm determined to get that back. It's easier to do that when I'm depressed. Forgetting to eat and forcing myself to workout. I'll be back to the smokin' me in no time.