Coaches
I went to the drop in clinic yesterday to see if my 5 day old sore throat was actually TB. My sister had received an email that there had been on outbreak of TB in the care facility my mother is in, and where we were when we held our "whole floor" birthday party for my mom. Many hugs and a few kisses went back and forth between me and the residents there. So, feeling under the weather and then that note and the health of those around me these days plus how many people I do see in a day well I was safe rather than sorry. Turns out I have *drumroll* a cold. Yay for that. The Dr. said TB was all but eradicated here but other countries without our access to care/drugs have not been so lucky. Travel and immigration has brought the bug back. But, I just have a cold. So I am home today happy to stop for a bit. Although, being home, this is the day to see if I can tackle my short story for the contest my local writing group has going. Use "phoenix" in a 2500 word max story and hand it in by October 25th. I started a story in April or May but it threatened to be too big so I just stopped. I am filled with doubt. My (small, personal) writing group meets this week. That is my incentive to get it done.
So if I am feeling not too sick to write, I am not too sick to eat off plan or cook crappy comfort food so I must be aware of this today. The walking though is out. BTW heard from my sister who is now in another fitbit group even more intense. 27 yr old men who are in the army and training for Iron Man. She is trying to lose 30lbs and is 59. That's my sister though. She's knows it's nuts but is doing it anyway. While I do admire this somewhat, the drive, the competitive spirit, I think she risks burnout and injury. I just can't get into it like that.
Oh well.
Vive la difference!