*open eyes*
"Ugh...I can't breathe still and my throat hurts...I feel worse than yesterday"
I've been sick since Monday this week and it's been manageable. My doc says it's a cold and it'll run it's course so that's great...yay for not having to pay for a prescription! However, it's made working out increasingly difficult. It's difficult to boogie when you have boogies running down the back of your throat and out your nose...sorry...TMI.
I did fine on Monday. Danced and stepped for an hour.
I did ok yesterday. Danced and stepped for a half hour.
Today, I crapped out for most of the day. I didn't want to do it. I tried stepping while watching The Biggest Loser that I recorded last night, but only lasted 15 minutes. I did the dishes and folded Bear's laundry and decided I wasn't going to try anymore. Ate some Cup Noodles and finished off the Costco Cheesecake in the fridge (880 calories...I regret that one). I rested and took a nap when Bear slept. Then when I woke up, that pesky inner voice started in on me...
Seriously? You're just going to lay around all day and eat junk food.
I didn't eat a lot of junk food.
880 calories is a lot!
OK...OK...I'll give you that. I just feel so awful.
Fat doesn't take a sick day.
What?
Fat doesn't take a sick day. Do you think your fatty fat body cares whether you're sick or not? Do you think that cheesecake is just going to poop out and your weight won't be effected at all just because you're sick? Get off your butt, change Bear's diaper, give her a snack, and get your booty shaking.
Ok...you're right.
So I pulled my butt out of bed, changed Bear, gave her a snack and did my Just Dance workout. I had to hydrate more often than normal during my workout, but I still completed it. I worked off enough calories to burn off one piece of cheesecake (440 calories) and I feel good about it...wasn't easy, though. I was ready to just turn in for the day. Lesson for the day: Fat doesn't take a sick day.
Good post! Great to remember! Why is there a cheesecake in your house!! LOL.... I made the mistake of getting phil a bunch of junk for his lunches, mini butterfingers. i was depressed yesterday and had one. Made me REALLY realize I can't have that in my house. Today when I was making his lunch I told him to get the Pita chips out of the bag and portion them in the sandwich bag himself...I CAN'T touch them...then I want "one" and then I eat a ton!!!!! I only had one serving. I alloted for the calories and don't feel all that bad, but it made me realize how much I still can't be around it! (But then again I know you share a house) I just realize I like food too much.
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