It’s official: I’m one sick puppy! My husband finally urged, prodded, hinted (maybe even lovingly nagged just a wee bit) until I gave in and reluctantly went to see my doctor. A chest x-ray ruled out pneumonia, but she still prescribed some horse pills, roughly the size of a small baby, that I am expected to swallow despite a raw, sore throat.
Alas, she said I am not terribly contagious unless someone drinks from the same glass as me, something we don’t tend to do at work, so I am back at the office today, bright and chipper…well, okay, I am here, anyway.
I have been skipping weigh-in because, quite frankly, any weight loss efforts have been non-existent. I haven’t worked out in about a week because I can’t breathe, and just walking up the stairs at work leaves me winded, since I can’t get enough air into my lungs.
I need to just start over. Yes, again! How many new starts does it take to lose this weight? As many as it takes, I suppose. I weighed in this morning, have my new number, and just need to move forward from here.
I’m not healthy enough to leap back into workouts yet, but soon. And I will have to take it slow when I get back at it. I treated myself and ordered a Leslie Sansone walking DVD today. She can be a little annoying (“Walk! Walk! Walk!”), but you can’t beat her positive attitude or easy, gentle workouts when you are starting over again. I would know, because I have started over a million times!
Sweat & Sparkle 