Sickly No More

Dear God it's been crazy around here.  In the past two weeks there've been double ear infections, jaw infections with staph tendencies and bronchitis.  You could see the green fog of crud radiating from our home.  It looks like we may finally be passed the rough stuff and back on track.

I made it back to the gym this morning.  I was convinced that all the work I did in February was lost in these last two weeks.  How easy it was to revert back to old habits.  I had absolutely no problem eating nightly cheeseburgers with fries from that golden fast food chain during that 2 weeks of plague.  Going to the gym during that time wasn't an option either.  Hell, I could barely catch my breath walking up the hall, much less trying to get to the car.

In February I committed to a great routine of morning gym followed by some real, live, healthy home cooking.  Good stuff. I felt really good about it, all of it.  I was eating healthier and the food was so much tastier than the garbage I'd been putting in my body.  I was making better choices, moving better, feeling better, eating better.  And then everybody got sick.

I did not want to get out of bed this morning.  My husband let me know what time it was as he was leaving so I could get up if I wanted.  At 6:15 a.m. I crawled out of bed and got dressed.  I was convinced as I drove to the gym that this would be like starting over.  I was convinced that I would be unable to do all the things I'd worked so hard to get to in the last month.  It didn't.  I got on the treadmill and was able to walk at the same pace I'd been walking at 2 weeks ago.  I was amazed.  So I worked out this morning just like every other morning prior to the last two weeks.  Then I went to the scale.  I was convinced I'd gained back every pound.  I felt heavier walking to the scale and there was a sense of dread.  I was down 3 pounds since the end of February.  How. Did. THAT. HAPPEN????  Who knows, but I am not complaining.

So there are no excuses and these last two weeks were just that, a couple of weeks.  They didn't destroy me.  They didn't negate all my hard work.  I'm right where I left off.  I am sickly no more.  I'm down 15 pounds since February 1 and I continue my journey to a healthier life.