It was a rough, rough week for me. The "little virus" I mentioned last Sunday got worse. Much worse. I ended up at the doctor's office on Tuesday and found out I have bronchitis. I can't remember the last time I was this sick. I've had no energy at all and worse yet, a lot of trouble getting air. This prevented me from walking on the treadmill all week long and I'm paying for it. I've coughed so much my abdominal muscles are aching. This has really taken it's toll on me, and caused a major set back to my challenge. I finished my Z-Pack on Saturday, but I'm still taking Robittusin with codeine, Mucinex DM, and Zyrtek. I'm hopeful I'll get some energy and some oxygen flowing this week so that I can bounce back from this and return to my challenge.
Stayed even. No loss, but no gain. This gives me a three week total of 7 lbs. I really hoped to be at 10 by this half way mark. I had very little appetite so I wasn't following my plan. Just ate a little here and there, and not everything I ate was good for me. Yesterday I ate fast food, a hamburger from Wendy's. Believe me when I tell you it tasted terrible to me. I've been used to eating ground bison, and when I do eat hamburger it comes from the farm. Both of which taste much richer and more flavorful than the tasteless processed, commercially produced patty I consumed yesterday. Blech.
Did not exist this week. I could barely breathe, and laid on the couch. This was a big kick in the pants.
I had one of the most powerful counseling sessions I've ever had on Wednesday afternoon. Unfortunately, I believe this set the stage for an unfortunate incident that occurred Wednesday evening. But there's no such thing as coincidence (right, Scarlet?) so I'm sure life had a reason for presenting that particular situation on that particular day. It was a week of highs and lows for me, but mostly highs.
I gave in to a few food temptations this week, probably because I felt sorry for myself, and I wasn't exercising. There was a cookie cake at work on Friday, and Italian food sounded good more than once this week. Don't forget the bread!! Now that I've weighed in, I realize that even without walking, staying on track with my eating could have taken me down a pound or two.
I hope to be back on the treadmill sometime this week. Even if I'm not, I commit to being back on the food plan. I'm working on a homework assignment for Dr. Eve, and I'm feeling exceptionally strong. I can do this.
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