Even though I was wasn’t frustrated with the hubs for being sick, it was plans falling apart, karma decided to kick me in the ass and give me a double dose of what ever it was he was ailing from. This morning the count was 4.5 pounds lost in a 24 hour period. I’m feeling a little nervous about the eating and I’m thinking I’ll have to skip today’s scheduled training. I’m sure the people at the gym will be happy about that.
If I get time today I’ll finish my post about the rest of my week.