Last week, when my husband started sniffling and coughing, I was of course concerned about him and felt bad that he was sick. But my very next thought, right on the heels of my sympathy for him, was “Oh dear god, please don’t let me catch whatever the hell he has!” I didn’t have time to be sick! I finally have my workouts under control, I’m finally losing weight, I just started Insanity workouts. Being sick would just set me back.
Neither my prayers, nor my constant dosing with Cold-Eeze, helped one bit. I started sneezing and burning through the box of tissues on my desk at work, and when I woke up the next morning and just flat couldn’t breathe at all, I took a much-needed sick day and did something I rarely do: I simply relaxed and rested all day.
I’m still not 100% better, but I’m at that nagging tail end, the part of being sick that doesn’t know how to say good-bye, the irritating cough and on-and-off runny nose, not enough to stay home sick, just enough to aggravate.
I worked out yesterday and have nice, sore arms today to prove it. My plan is to get back at it this week and aim for a good weigh-in on Saturday. I’m annoyed that being sick put my workouts and weight loss efforts on hold, but my husband and I took care of each other and are mostly better now.
Sweat & Sparkle 