Blech...

Being ill sucks. Being ill and having to go to work because I don't make money if I don't go in, sucks worse. Being ill and having to go to work to make money and have your 3 month evaluation, sucks worse than worse. Being ill, having to go into work to make money and be evaluated, and then find out you made a major cock-up? The worst.

Being ill and not sticking to my February resolutions is just disappointing.  Since my stomach so messed up I bought some saltines which goes against my food from a box rule, as does the apple sauce. I know I should cut myself a little bit of slack. But even so. I haven't done anything (including freelance work, or looking for full time work) in days. It's pathetic. The only thing that is even remotely enjoyable is cuddling with Black Kitty, getting "how are you feeling" texts and calls from the BF, and the fact that I have lost another pound.

I counted up my cals for today. It's the first time I've eaten solid food in a few days. Even still they came out to a measly 600 calories. No wonder I've been losing. The sad part is I kind of like it. It goes back to my days of restricting to about 750-900 calories a day and exercising and dancing a lot. The hard part is that I don't want to just gain everything I lost while being sick. It's the first forward momentum I have made at all in the last month and a half. And I can't gain it back.

I know I shouldn't have, but I did exercise today. Just 25 minutes of moderate cardio. It actually didn't feel too bad. And as long as the oatmeal that I ate today stays down, I feel like I can go back to eating normal food over the next couple of days and just keeping to my original plan for February and hopefully continue to lose. I also plan to get back to my running schedule tomorrow or Friday depending on the weather.

Thanks Claire and Miranda for your comments on my February resolution post. I am hoping that I will be able to keep up with them as I get well. Obviously, haven't made it a great start yet.