Weigh day. Today’s not so magical number is ….
131.6
Yep, exactly the same as last week, down to the ounce. I wasn’t happy to see this number last week and I’m sure not happy to see it again. This is very discouraging. Don’t worry I’m not going to ‘throw in the towel’ or anything silly like that but damn, I just want to see the 120’s already. I don’t know what to do now.
On top of that I’m just NOT getting over this stupid cold. In fact it seems worse today while I thought I had been getting better. Last night I had a hard time sleeping because of coughing and had to take some meds so I could get some sleep. Today I had to ‘pause’ my workouts so I could go spit (I know gross) stuff up, lots of stuff and not clear stuff ether. It took everything I had just to get through my workouts, I feel like crap, like I’ve caught it all over again or something new. My body hurts and aches everywhere, I’m so, so, soooo sore.
THEN (yes there is more) during my yoga while doing butterfly I opened my eyes and got a nice look at the bottoms of my feet. Not the top with my pink toenails but the bottom and I got an instant memory of my dads (who passed away about 15 years ago) feet and started crying YES CRYING right there on the floor in butterfly! What a silly thing to make me cry, not his face, not his voice, his feet. So I spent my yoga intermediately sobbing, coughing and aching.
I am a pathetic mess today. It’s my mother in laws birthday and we’re going out to dinner tonight too when all I feel like doing is crawling in bed and sleeping 
For now I’m going to take a quick hot bath before it’s time to get my daughter up. Here’s to feeling better.
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