Week 11 is a dud
I managed two workouts this week - 60 minutes on monday and 60 minutes on tuesday - before falling hard to the first cold of the season. No workout wednesday, thursday, friday, or today. My nose is a faucet. My eyes are dry. My head has been pounding all day. Yesterday late afternoon I was actually thinking I was over the worst of it; feeling pretty good; had energy; wasn't as sniffly; even went to friday night because I felt like the fog was lifting. Then woke up this morning feeling like someone had hit me with a truck.
I'm going to exercise tomorrow come hell or high water. I'm starting to feel like a sloth. A sick, snotty, sloth. With phlegm.
I will not let it all end at 11 weeks. The 10 lbs I have lost, the 1 1/2 inches around my waist. They will not come back. This cold will not be the end of my reinvigorated exercise regimen.
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