I don't know if I got sick because I worked myself too hard, or because I rested too much. Or I just got sick because it look like the North Pole outside. Regardless of the cause, I feel like doo doo. And all I want to make myself feel better is comfort food, comforter, hot cocoa, and movies.
But I made it to the gym this morning. Through the snow.
I rested this weekend. Actual rest. Like a full 2 days happened with no workouts. Now my streak restarts.
And I am committed to lose 3 pounds at this week's weigh in, regardless of physical handicaps and less-than-ideal weather conditions. 3 pounds will get me to my first goal-milestone, and earn me the Michael Kors boots waiting in my closet for a lighter me. Gotta get there this week. I'm too excited!!
To get there without sending myself to the hospital with pneumonia, I'll be doing 2 a day workouts, but being very careful to eat very nutritiously and also sleeping 8+ hours per night. I make my to do list and schedule every day and make it happen. PLANNING. It's possible. Writing this out is helping already. :)