This week’s fitness plan includes lying in bed and sitting at my desk, wishing I was lying in bed. Hooray!
Look, we already know from Gray’s assiduous research that not getting enough sleep can make you fat. I have merely decided to be absolutely certain that I’m keeping the pounds off, you understand. Yes.
Actually, I’ve merely done what I always do when I travel. I went away, I had a lovely weekend, I used my hand sanitizer and took my vitamins and… came home and promptly got sick. Usually I blame the canned/recirculated airplane air, but this time I think I can’t really even blame the plane. Upon my return I was greeted by a small boy who wanted to give me many, many kisses inbetween wiping his nose on his sleeve, and though a couple of rounds with the neti pot fixed him right up, I am currently still in the “hey, who put all that ground-up glass in my coffee?” phase of this cold. Bleah.
So am I walking? Not really. I had a nice long walk on Wednesday, when I was still telling myself I wasn’t really getting sick, but yesterday and today I’ve mostly been getting my exercise by walking into the kitchen and concluding that there’s nothing I want to eat.
Today I’m succumbing and just going back to bed for a few hours. I feel confident I’ll wake up with sculpted muscles and a renewed vigor. Or maybe just some drool on my pillow. It’s hard to know. But I’m not eating much and I’m getting plenty of that nice, restorative sleep, so really, it’s all part of my fitness plan. Kind of.
Oh, hush. I’m sleeping.