I didn't do anything on Friday because I was feeling puny. By Friday night, I knew why: I had a stomach bug.
Logically, I didn't do anything on Saturday either.
I was feeling better on Sunday but not great, so I didn't do anything yesterday but weigh-in. I lost five pounds! Not surprising, it's all down my toilet. I'm at 127 now. Veeeeery close to where I want to be, and I've decided that as long as I'm under 130, I'm good.
Today, I tried to go for a run, and it was awful. About 1/2 mile into it, I felt like I was going to puke. I walked a little more, tried again, and had to sit on the side of the road with my head between my legs for awhile. Bronx was very concerned when I did that. I walked the rest of the way home, the short way, not my usual 1.5 mile loop. I almost had to call John to pick me up, but I made it.
I am going to take it super easy at swim lessons tomorrow. Hopefully by Thursday I'll be up for Zumba. My instructor is doing a new song that I recommended, and I don't want to miss it!
The Almighty Liz