Uninspired and lazy

Wow, I was shocked to see that I have posted a mere 3 times this year. Pathetic. And, each post was either about my fat a** or sickness. Sorry. I promise to straighten up and fly right. This weekend I plan to rack my brain, to really browse by mental files, and come up with something interesting to write about. Of course the Empress is always an option...and a good one. Perhaps some photos would be nice?

Feeling just so, uninspired. Oh, and thoroughly lazy.

In the Pink

Guck. Pink eye. How I got it is a mystery since the Empress is "pink" free. In my last post I was happily at work and contemplating working out again. Wow, that bus hit the wall. Friday morning I woke up with one foot in the grave and what felt like a sand castle in my left eye. High fever, racking cough, body aches and horrible skull crushing headache. Did I mention, no voice. I dropped the Empress off and parked myself at Urgent care.

After a couple days of antibiotics the body, as well as the eye, are rebounding. I could seriously use one more day in bed, but work calls.

Off The Wagon

Yep, I am currently off the shred wagon. I am feeling guilty, but honestly my reason for not working out is legit. Last Saturday I woke up with a migraine. Used to get them alot, but haven't for the better part of a year, so was sorta surprised by it. It was awful. I had all the wacked out senses that would make me a super hero any other day. Literally I can hear a pin drop from a mile away. Normal talking is shouting. The rustle of sheets on a bed...deafening. I also had the blood hound nose. That just makes me nauseous. Blah. So, spent some time in bed trying not to move. On Sunday, no migraine, hooray. But, sore throat. O'well I thought, down a little aireborne and kick it right away. It got worse. Monday was bad. Spent most of the day in bed. Worked Tuesday. Well, more like occupied my desk. Throat still sore. Really, really sore. Wednesday, went to a funeral and then home to bed. Still yucky. Took some yummy codeine cough syrup....definately my drug of choice, and slept. Today, no sore throat....but horrible cough and no voice. Moral of the story. Too punk to work out. Feel guilty every minute. Feel like I am losing ground. Believe me it is going to suck shredding after nearly a week off. Dreading it, but at the same time looking forward.

Shredding....

Feeling very motivated in the New Year. Not to blog...obviously. You could say I am motivated by skinny jeans. I am on day 6 of the 30 day shred.

I need to lose 50 pounds. Not exaggerating. 50 flippin pounds. I wonder how I got where I am. But loosely speaking I have spent at least the last decade pigging out. No exercise. It was if I was allergic to exercise you might say. And now I am paying the price. Because....I want those skinny jeans.

Have you heard of the 30 day shred? Torture, pure torture. That crazy TV trainer Jillian Michaels is responsible for this torture. I personally despise this person. To me she is not inspirational, she is just pure evil. Each workout reminds me of how much I truly dislike her. But, the workout is kick ass. Seriously. It is the toughest thing ever. The first couple of times I struggled to even breathe and there were several scary moments where I was concerned about keeling over. But I have kept with it. And, with any luck I will move to the next level of hell this week.

5 pounds gone....45 more to go.