The First Ten

It's been an exciting week.

E. coli-laced smoothie.

Roof leak resulting in walls, floor, and ceiling torn out.

Turning my expander for the first time- a bizarre throwback to medieval torture if there ever was one.

And ending with a lovely bout of influenza.

The latter being the reason I didn't post on Saturday.

But it's not been without it's perks. Food just hasn't been. . .appetizing. Applesauce and Gatorade have been the food du jour. Except I was really adventurous and had some mac 'n' cheese yesterday and yogurt today.

I weighed myself this morning:

198.0 lbs

12 pounds down from when I first started this blog.

I still haven't been exercising, though. And it's not going to happen this week either. I would say I'm "weak as a kitten" but my kittens are freakishly strong. . .but I'm sure you get the point. I know it's not wise to push when sick. That's just asking for more trouble.

It's frustrating, though. My head's finally in a place where I feel ready to follow through on my committment to excerise and I'm now two weeks behind in my Ragnar training. Ugh.

BUT. . .

I will not let it stop me.

I will return victorious next week.

I just need to remember "slow and steady". It may not win this race, but it will allow me to finish. Without dying.

Because. . .

I don't want to die.