I’m over being sick now. It can go away. I’ve done NO exercise since Sunday’s screwed up run and I can feel myself getting fatter. Seriously. I weighed myself this morning and my weight is slightly down and that is because I’m losing muscle tone. If I don’t start feeling well soon, I’ll turn into a marshmellow.
Half the frustration is that I’m not even 100% sick. I’ve got sniffles and a higher than normal temperature. I’m tired and achey. But I’m not flat out, stay in bed sick. Last night I was in bed at 7.00 pm and slept through until 4.00 am. Then I got up and checked I’d been paid (my pay didn’t go in my bank account yesterday… grr) and went back to bed for another 2 hours sleep. You’d think all that sleep would cure anything but nope.
I want to be well by Friday so I can go to football training. I gotta be well by Sunday because I’m doing the Mother’s Day Fun Run. Actually I have to be better by tomorrow night because Andy is bringing over the final episode of Veronica Mars and I promised him pizza and I can’t eat pizza if I can’t exercise it off!
This is really doing my head in.