The sick side of the bed

"My thing is this; if I'm sick enough to think it, then I'm sick enough to say it. "
- Eminem

I woke up this morning to someone coughing. After thinking good god I wanted to sleep in, I realized the person coughing was me! While slowly coming to I felt other symptoms of perhaps something looming over top of my otherwise healthy state from the night before. Scratchy, itchy throat...nose running, sore boobs. Wait, that last one might be a symptom from the weights at the gym.

After checking to make sure my limbs were still intact and convincing myself that yes I did need to move to empty my bladder, I did a check in the mirror. My eyes aren't particularly watery, my nose is not yet red...maybe I can kill this thing before it gets a firm grip.  

It's amazing though how slack ass you get at the first sign that your body may be turning against you for the next 5 to 7 days. I crawled back in bed, watched a show and told myself it was okay because I could be coming down with something. It took probably an hour of convincing to get up once again, put on a sweater and my fugly slippers to wander into the kitchen to make myself breakfast and tea. After turning into a potato for a while longer Lindsay messaged to come over to lunch and that finally got my booty in a little more motion. 

After the past few days with all the things going on for Richard and Trudys wedding I've been feeling down because I probably ate things I shouldn't have and I keep telling myself I'm better than sugar, cravings and the notion that I've worked hard for months so I deserved to have a good time. Today was the first day back to the stable track towards my butt getting smaller. Lindsay offered me some Chinese and I thankfully declined. I've worked to hard to let it all go for a noodle. 

After Lindsay left for work again Trevor showed up ready to drop the car off so that I could head to the gym which honestly I find hard on a normal day,  but I didn't know how it would go with the cold symptoms that were presenting themselves. I was surprised though after getting into my groove that it made everything feel so much better. It was like my head just cleared out and I was more focused on completing the task at hand than usual. I did my whole routine and had a good sweat going but I did skip the day lamp session that I try to do now that I'm not getting as much time outside.

I'm glad that I pushed myself and didn't let the "I'm sick" excuse win. I feel better psychically and emotionally which makes being off today all the sweeter. So now once things are cleaned up I will be getting ready to spend the evening alone with Trevor. 

Out with the cold, in with the date night.

Gillian