So, I lost Holidailies.  I got sick!  I spent the entirety of Tuesday knocked down by stomach “flu” and even moving my eyes to read printed words made me hurl, so I couldn’t write anything. Then yesterday was a crazy day at work and then I had to come home and go to my personal training appointment because I was too embarrassed to reschedule it again (I moved it when I got my face burned because I was forbidden to exercise for 48 hours or something). When my trainer was like, “Let’s work on abs,” I’m like, “I do believe my abs have had quite the workout what with the regurgitation,” but she made me do them anyway.

This was my last meeting with the trainer. I had eight sessions total. Honestly? If I were made of money, I would do once a week personal training forever. I love it (hate it, but love it). I have too much pride to give up on an exercise if someone’s watching me and that is extremely useful when working out.

For instance, last night I was full on in pity party mode because “I’ve been siiiiick!”  I would have gone all easy on myself and made excuses about dehydration and crap., were I there alone.  Instead, I gritted my teeth and did these horrible lunges holding five pound weights (don’t start! I am weeeeak!) and pushups and acted all, “OH I’M FINE REALLY,” when I sorta wanted to die.

One good thing about being sick for an entire day – I stayed off my feet for 24 hours and yesterday and today my feet felt fantastic. When god closes a door, he opens a window! (just for you, Robyn)

I was going to start talking about how I got new glasses, but then I realized, good lord. If that’s the best you can do, give it up. So with that, I don’t think I’m going to bother with Holidailies anymore.