I have spent the last two days in the most unattractive sweatpants, my hair in a high messy bun, laying in a sea of tissues while curled in the fetal position in a cocoon of blankets. Needless to say, I have been home sick. I have been a slave to the couch and I think I'm about to go mad. I have now seen every cooking show on the Food Network and not only that but I am pretty positive that I am completely caught up on the entire season of Keeping Up With The Kardashians (I'm embarrassed to admit that I actually watch that show every once in a while...okay, I watch it often.)
I cannot wait to start exercising again. I attempted to take the dog for a short walk this afternoon to just get off of the couch for five minutes, that wasn't the greatest idea. I actually think I felt worse afterwards. I am such a terrible sick person--I pace around the house and I get antsy thinking about all of the things I could be doing instead of sleeping and probably getting healthier. I don't do well when I'm not active. Oh well, I guess I will just give in and sleep the rest of the day away...I hope it helps.
At least I have this little boy to keep me company. He has not left my side since I've been sick.
|He's a good watchdog, he sleeps with one eye open at all times to protect me|