I feel like I'm going to die. Ok, not die, but I think I might puke. And I'm at work and I want to go home, but I can't. And there's nothing that I can do about it so I'm just sitting here with the trash can by my side, doing nothing but I have to be here because there is no one to cover for me. Blah!
So I'm trying to distract myself. I ate some of my lunch to see if it would settle my stomach (leave it to me to EAT when sick). It didn't work. I've been trying to drink some water, but that isn't going down very well. I popped in some minty gum, and I think it is slightly helping.
I did pretty good this weekend. I FINALLY went to the gym on Friday after work. I got in 5.5 miles, and it felt great. I love getting in a good run, and I'm proud of myself for going that far. I also love going home and telling my honey how far I went. He is in the habit of asking me as soon as I get there, and it makes me feel so good that he is on board and supportive of me.
Saturday I didn't get an "official" workout in, but I did run a chainsaw for about 5 hours, so I'd say that counts. We're trying to cut out a whole bunch of juniper trees from around a spring we've got above our house, so Dustin and I and our friend went out and tipped trees all day. It was pretty fun, I have to say that I love falling trees! I feel kind of like a dork when I say that, but I really enjoy it.
Yesterday, I had to run to town to get groceries and ammunition (see below), so I stopped by the gym for a quick 2.5 mile run before heading home. It felt good to get in and get that done, especially when I knew I probably wasn't going to eat that great for the rest of the day. I got cleaned up and made a 7 layer dip for the superbowl party we were going to, and then fell asleep on the couch! Dustin finally came home and we headed to our friends to shoot skeet (hence the ammunition) and watch the game. It was pretty fun, and I didn't overindulge as much as I thought I might.
Today I have a workout planned for when I get off work, but if this crappy throw-up feeling doesn't go away, I'm going to just go straight home and to bed. Yuck-O!