These last few days I’ve been flying toward my target/goal weight — unfortunately most of that progress has been because I’ve been sick. Again. I knew I was in bad shape yesterday when I was shuffling around the house like a zombie, fumbling for a down jacket to put on. Then I crawled under my down comforter, with an extra quilt thrown on top for good measure and prayed that death would come quickly.
Today I feel much more like myself, except if exceed my 6 hour Motrin window my body starts to ache and everything suddenly seems a lot less pleasant. So much for getting fit this month — I haven’t been able to do a single sit-up since I had that cough a few weeks ago because it still feels like someone is stabbing me in the ribs every time I take a deep breath. I guess I could try, but that seems like a bad idea. I’m much more in favor of the idea that I should be fully recovered in every area before I even think of exercising again. Besides, this way leaves me a lot more time for knitting and Downton Abbey.
My mom leaves for the airport in a few hours. So sad to see her go. Camille is going to have a rough re-entry the next several days as Nana won’t be around to cater to her every desire. Camille will walk over to the bean bag chair, sit down and pat the space next to her — that’s her way of ordering Nana to “sit down right here and bring your iPad with you.”
The boys are gone this weekend to a rugby tournament so after Nana leaves it’s going to be me and Girly and a bucketful of Motrin.