It has been a slow exercise week here. I have a miserable cold. Which coincided nicely with the pump breaking at the YMCA pool so I wouldn’t have been able to swim anyway. So unless you count the up and down motion of the hand to the Kleenex box, to the nose and back down again, I haven’t exercised since Monday.
Of course I could have run, or biked if I really wanted to be a masochist. But I am choosing to look at the pump breaking at the same time as getting a cold as a fortuitous event. Rationalization being what it is and all. Work with me here. The stretch is not all that far, really.
I will admit it actually felt weird not exercise for a few days. Perhaps it has become a habit after all? I am promising myself that Friday morning I will go to the 6am spin class and get back on the wagon. I don’t dare get back in the pool until I can breath out of my nose again. That could get really gross.
There was some exciting news this week in the battle with the scale. Between making some changes to my daily diet make-up and the fact that I can’t taste anything I eat so why bother, I have lost 2 pounds in the last week. And I’ll take it.
Now I am off to infect some more people in my office, sneeze on the lady at Dunkin Donuts and have an otherwise lovely day.
Hope you can do the same.