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The Tale of Struck Stupid:
So I've been sick... I've been feeling it coming on for a few days before it hit me hard Monday night. It happened so fast actually that I was all dressed and ready to hit the gym. It wasn't until I got ready and realized I was running a fever that I decided to not go to the gym and instead curl up in my cozy bed and go to sleep. My first good choice!
I hate being sick - And for those that know me, I'm that annoying person who out of some screwed up sense of duty or work ethic - I go to work even still. I know this is gross, and i'm such a hypocrite because when people come in sick and it's not me; I mentally scold them for being rude enough to bring sickness near the rest of us! Then there's me who'll trudge on in and look like death, and insist that I'm not that bad. (shakes head... Yes I know that's not cool... the opposite of it really!)
Just imagine me coughing out a lung, dusting it off and shoving it back all the while wheezing **"it looks worse than it is"** and you'd have the picture about right.
And even this time I attempted to do just that. Tuesday I got up, showered and pulled myself together despite my snot fuzed nostrils and dry scratchy throat. I hope the shower would invigorate me... It didn't. (grumble grumble stupid shower...) So off to work I drove. Got there and began prepping for a meeting that was supposed to be that morning, to which I had not been informed would in fact be Wednesday instead. Dutifully I printed my work and when my boss moseyed in I handed him my work. It was then explained to me however that the meeting was changed.
NOBODY TELLS ME ANYTHING LATELY!!!! (seriously that's almost as uncool as me dragging my sickly self into work.)
I present my work and after finishing up. My boss looks at me with fearful eyes and basically tells me to take some time to get better from the plague. So I packed up my sickly self and went home to once again curl up in bed.
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The Tale of Struck Soup-Silly:
This is a short tale, because it's a lesson I learned quick. ready for it? (eh hem hem...) Don't attempt to make homemade Gluten Free Egg Noodles!!! No matter what the internet says about them being awesome and just like the real thing - those nasty worms ain't nothing like the real deal. IMPOSTERS!!!
Had the thought after waking up in my sick stooper. Nothing fixes sickness like my Mom's Turkey Noodle Soup! MMMmmmmmBOY! That stuff is so stinking good. I'd have to make a few consessions I thought... after all I'm trying to be good now, and I didn't have turkey. So I thought, i'd sub chicken, that'd be fine it was also a dead bird related to turkey... and second, I'd have to omit or replace the noodles. I declared to my empty kitchen "I Can Make Um!" (oh foolish girl!)
Off I went, created the tasty soup - It looked lovely!
Now for the noodles. I mixed up my noodle mixture... I had almond flour so I subbed it into the recipe. All looked fine, it even had the same consistency and appearance as regular egg noodles. But it wasn't! cut up that dough and plopped it in my hot soup... looked fine, so I added the rest and began to stir. Oh, what folly! The noodles began to disintegrate, evaporate in reverse. Dispersing into the soup like grainy sand devils - Mixing in and clumping up, turning my soup into sludge. What a mess...
Lesson Learned. Elyse can't do that! (I did attempt to eat the gloop... it was a major NOPE!)
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The Tale of Struck Momsick:
Without fail, when you get sick you think about mom. I'm no different! Thinking of my mom I got myself some tomato soup (Thanks Costco!) and cuddled up to my couch and popped in one of my mom's favorite movies. Pride and Prejudice, the epic 5 hour long BBC version with Collin Firth. It's wonderful!
Got my tissues, soup and my mom vicariously through my movie... Helped a ton! I highly recommend it to anyone.
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The Tale of Struck Sweaty Again:
So having been sick Tuesday I had to call of my Personal Training Session. There was just no way I could do it! But today I hoped for everything in me, that I'd somehow be able to muster up enough feeling-better-ness to do it! So I left work, letting my friend Holly know that If I wasn't in to work tomorrow that I'd died trying to do pushups at the gym. She nodded and hummed the death march as I walked out of the room.
Arrived to the gym on what has to be the coldest freaking day ever! Headed in, and started into my warm up routine. Got through that and thought, Maybe I can do it!
Headed down and got started with Thomas, Today he let the Trainee lead the session. Had a few moments with some serious head wobbles due to sinus pressure. But I'm so happy and thrilled that I did it. I feel so much better having done it and followed through on something that I wasn't sure I could manage. It sure was nice to get complemented on my progress and apparently I've got impressive Triceps according to Trainee Cami... (I think that's her name.)
Feels good.
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Having started this week being sick. I'm proud that I went to the gym. Is it hard, Yes. Is it worth it? Yes... I just have to keep reminding myself that it is! :) Doing my best and forgetting the rest!
Happy Mid-November, how the heck did that happen? I dono!
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