So, I'm ill. Boyfriend insists, despite my lamentable state, that I do not have Swine Flu, and that I will in fact have to take my Civ Pro final on Monday. Which is sad, because I am too miserable to effectively study.
I woke up with a sore throat, but was determined to go to yoga. And I did ... and thought I was going to throw up 5 minutes into class. I was weak. I was sleepy. I was sweatier than normal. I had to face it -- I was sick.
The good thing -- despite taking a nose-dive off the exercise wagon these past two weeks and not being great about the diet (ugh. Finals -- I always crave salty), I've maintained my weight. No loss, but considering how horrible I've been, I'm just glad that I'm still holding strong at my previous weigh in.
And now ... back to bed with me for a nap. While Boyfriend makes chicken soup.
P.S. Just so you know ... Boyfriend is amazing. Truly a saint. /Mushy.
State of the Human Address.
6 months ago