I often forget how to relax. I say this half-jokingly, but there’s a kernel of truth in the statement. Case in point? My restlessness over being deathly ill.
Okay, okay… I’m lying. On the scale of “oh, a sniffle” to “my head fell off,” I am decidedly in the former category. Past experience has taught me, though, that even slight sickness is likely to get worse if I overdo it… if I carry the caloric deficit that I generally carry when I’m trying to slim down. So… to my chagrin and begrudging delight both… I’ve dropped off of the fitness train for a day or two to allow my body to recover.
I’m happy to eat whatever I please in whatever quantity I please, for sure. But… I feel grumpy and sloppy and restless because I’m missing my workout. Maybe just a small one…
…no. No. Okay. No. I’ll wait. Ugh.
The thing is, I knew this was likely to happen. I managed to dodge 10-14 day after flight sickness Thanks, business class travel! I knew it was a matter of time, though… my classmates flew in last week and with them, brought the last six months of viruses that I, on my European adventure, had managed to avoid.
I suppose, however, that they’ll be exposed to my European diseases too. Good luck to them; the one I caught pre-Berlin lasted a bit over a week. At least we’re early in the semester, when it doesn’t really matter as much, right?
Anyway, unless this takes a turn for the worse I’ll break free of my hermitage tomorrow for some lightweight exploration. If that goes well, I can resume my quest to be super fit by May on Monday.
In the meantime, someone bring me a pizza and a movie. 😉