I reserve the right to be as boring as I please.
I’ve got a cold, it seems. For the first time in probably a hundred years, it’s a chest cold and doesn’t have any of the sinus issues that I normally have. I am so very thankful for this, I can barely express it. I have suffered from sinus issues and whatnot MY WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE so to actually be sick and not have it involve buying stock in Kleenex is a huge blessing and even though I’m sick of coughing, I will take this any day.
The problem I’m having (aside from the coughing) is that if I take any kind of cough medicine, it makes my brain shut down. I don’t fall asleep, but I might as well because I can’t think or function at all. Everything is just blank and fuzzy and weird. This is a problem when I’m trying to write because writing is hard enough, dammit! Trying to wrestle my thoughts and ideas into coherence is a full-time job on a normal day!
The other problem is that it is putting a cramp in my workouts. I don’t know if I’ve been abducted by aliens and replaced with a healthier version of myself, but I am at the point now where I NEED to work out. NEED. If I don’t, BAD THINGS HAPPEN starting with “oh, a box of Ho-Ho’s makes a great mid-afternoon snack” and ending with “I WILL KILL YOU.”
So, the endorphins need to be released. I do have options – I could go to the gym as I normally would and do what I would normally do on a Tuesday (lifting) and just deal. I could go to the gym and swim, but I think Creepy Staring Lifeguard is still working the day shift and I’d rather not have him stare at me. I think I might just stay here and do some lifting and yoga things. I have a lot of core work to do, so perhaps I can focus on that? I don’t know. I can’t make up my mind because I CANNOT THINK CLEARLY. I’m definitely not going to go for a run because I don’t want to kill my knee, which is improving slowly. Rest and ice! WOOOOOO!
In other news, I got a look at myself in the mirror this morning (not something I generally do), and I HAVE CHEEKBONES. Who knew? More proof that I am making progress, even if the scale isn’t reflecting that.
I hate the scale, I do. I don’t get on the scale very often, which is good. I finally talked myself out of needing that number as a guide but it would be NICE to be able to get on the scale and be pleasantly surprised once in awhile instead of shocked and horrified that I have been working out like a madwoman for almost a year and have lost EXACTLY ZERO POUNDS. It’s frustrating, and there doesn’t seem to be a medical reason for it. I’m doing fine with food, portion control and balance and cha cha cha. I’ve cut down on the boozing quite a bit, which should make a difference, too. Bleh. Time and work will fix this, I know.