I never go into swimming pools because I have a history of getting funky diseases from pools. However, what did I do last weekend? That's right, I went swimming. What do I have this week? Some funky disease! Welcome to my world.
Beyond all of that, this week in Australia was The Melbourne Cup. It is a horse race billed as "the race that stops the nation". So, at 3pm, the entire office gathered around a tv and watched as these horses galloped towards the finish line. Which horse won? The one called "Americain". Which horse did I place my bet on? Not that one. Why? Because I am dumb.
So, this weekend, I did not go to the gym once. Not once. Do I feel guilty? No! Because even though I like to keep to my routine, my baby lungs were coughing and wheezing and I just couldn't make it. Plus, since January, I have shed 22 pounds. I know, right?! How the hell did that happen? I am trying to pack on a few of those pounds but it doesn't seem to be working. I guess that being fit is the added benefit to not having a car. I walk everywhere like a madman. I like the trains but I hate the buses with a passion, so any time that a bus is required, I just walk.
When I go home for Christmas though, I am going to eat like a beast. So, if you want to see me while I am home, please make sure that our meeting involves food, preferably cake, ice cream, cookies, pies, etc. You know the drill.
For now, I am going to roll over in bed (for the nineteenth time today) and try and rest. I hate being sick but what can you do?!