Sick. Soooooo sick. I was hoping I was going to get off easy this winter. The last time I remember getting sick was when I had a pukey feeling stomach while The Man and Baby Cakes actually had puking stomachs at the beginning of the season. And it only lasted a day (for me, not them). The Man had 2 or 3 more colds but I didn't get any of them. Baby Cakes had a fever for a few days a couple weeks ago, but I'm not sure if that was a cold or teething (stupid molars). But now my body has decided it hates me. And of course it has to hate me during the week. A 2 year old is not good at realizing that I need to NOT MOVE. Blah.
But I wanted to tell you something. Before the virus hit the fan, I exercised for 3 weeks. 3 WEEKS PEOPLE. 15 days (I don't on weekends). This is quite the accomplishment for me, the epitome of laziness. What was even more shocking to me, is that I enjoyed is so much! There was even one day that I wanted to do it AGAIN. I didn't, but I wanted to. AND I'm looking forward to starting again when I feel better. Blows my mind.
Okay, that's all folks. I'm going to go back to being sick now.
