I survived the death germ...

sort of. It actually turned into bronchitis and we are watching for signs of pneumonia.

Darn it! I tried working out. For about 3 days in the middle of the 2 week funeral march. I felt worse afterwards and finally took my booty to the dr. because I just couldn't breathe any more. Normally, I would find that sort of weakness inexcusable, but hey, a girl HAS to breathe...

Anyhoo, I started working out again this week. Just tyring to keep up. I took one day off b/c of work and this weekend is definitely going to be a no go, but as I am still recovering I will just leave it at that.

That is really all I can do.

The eating SUCKS. I just can not seem to stop. Even when I am sick I eat. What is up with that. You would have thought the death germ would have come with at least a little benefit of no appetite.

I am a slug.

How else do I explain the actual physical lack of ability to move my muscles enough to get out of my bed. I have no muscles. I am a slug.

Hopefully the death germ is almost gone and then my muscles will come back. I miss working out but honestly can not move, or breathe. Both of which are necessary.

Daycare Death Germs

I have them. Again. My son brought them home to share.

How can a person work out when they are dead?

My newest addiction

is fortunately not food. However, my dh likes it even less. It is, FaceBook. It is seriously like crack.

Anyhoo, still on the exercise kick, although I have not lost another darned pound. That sucks but still sticking to it. I am more than a third of the way done!

Don't you just hate it when...?

You decided what you really want to eat...after you have already finished the thing you really didn't want to eat?

Yeppers, that is typical for me.

On a good note, I traveled home and in the last 32 days I only missed 2 of them for the exercise. I must say...

I ROCK!

Hope you all are fab!

Birthdays...

Lately, have sucked.

Mine is tomorrow and I will be 36. That does not bother me.

I am not at my goal that I set for myself for this year. That bothers me a little.

I am not getting any kind of dinner, party etc. That bothers me. A lot.

Why? Well, let me explain. I am traveling a bit this month. Last week I was gone, I leave tomorrow for 3 days. Have class on Thursday night and next weekend is drill for dh so nothing then either. So, timing sucks this year. I was a little frustrated when talking to my mom about it on the phone and dh asked if he was supposed to have planned something. I told him no. Then later told him, yes, he should have done it.

He says "well, I didn't know."

I said "honey, I plan all of yours..."

He says "I still didn't know."

What? Am I supposed to throw my own party? Should I be the ONLY one who thinks about me? Maybe.

I am sounding really whiny here, aren't I. Well, I apologize. I just am sad. And upset that I am not able to eat the cake that I want for my bday.

Bah Humbug! Just stop already! Eat, drink and be merry...but in moderation.

Okay, off to finish my work out. Before the Superbowl party!

I made it to 24 days in a row!

Even during travel, however, I was so exhausted last night and today that I just couldn't do it. I will make sure to do an hour tomorrow and keep moving along.

I am doing well...just exhausted!