White Death of Winter

Not that too many people, if anyone, is reading this blog but I thought I should explain why I do not have any pics after my second week of T25 and why I didn't blog for a few days.  On the 1st day of March, which was a Saturday, I got up like usual and did my workout.  Then I had to be at work at 10:00 am.  By the time I was at work for about 15 minutes the white death of winter began to set in.  And by white death you could think that I mean snow... if only!  The white death I was experiencing was far worse.  I had to take my son to the eye doctor at 3 and by the time we got back home I literally could not make it past my chair.  I kept my coat on and I had my son cover me with 3 blankets and I still could not get warm.  My temperature was 102.6 and I was a shivering hot mess.  I could barely swallow but managed to take some Nyquil but no rest ever came.  For a brief moment I thought I would die of dehydration.  I drug myself to the urgent care the next morning as soon as they opened.  I was diagnosed with a nasty case of strep throat.  YUCK!!!  

Before I decided to commit to T25 and to changing my life, if I would get sick I would use that as an excuse to eat comfort food.  Don't get me wrong, the only thing I could eat was popsicles and ice cream and I had my share of Sprite, but all in all I still made really good decisions.  As soon as I was feeling up to it I started my workouts again.  I missed Sunday, Monday and Tuesday but by Wednesday I felt good enough to work out after work.  I did work out on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday but by Saturday I was feeling a little iffy again and decided it might be best if I skipped a workout.  My son plays football and they teach them the difference in playing through the pain and knowing when they are injured and need to stop.  I did not want to use my sickness as a crutch so I did not skip the Saturday workout lightly.  I made a decision that I wasn't making excuses or trying to slide by without working out, I was truly not feeling well and needed to rest my body.  Sunday I felt better again and worked out.  I am so proud of myself for making good decisions throughout my sickness of white death.  I felt like I had went over a hurdle and it felt/feels great!  Now I know that I've got this.  I am focused and nothing can stop me now.  Thank you Shaun T and T25!  I am getting my life back and I am loving it!!!!!