The Health Gods have spat upon me.

The damn cold (such an innocent, minor-league word) oozed its slimy, sickly way down my throat and into my chest. I start panting just walking from one side of the room to the other. I swear I smelled sickness wafting up from me the past few days, but I believe I'm on the mend.

Breathing is still a ridiculously laborious task. Who knew so much thought might have to go into an involuntary reflex? But at least the burning pain is gone when I cough and sneeze.

Speaking of health and fitness...

I finally had my Curves apointment today! Yes, it was scary hearing all those measurements they took of my flabbous body parts. Although their scale is on my good side. I now have written down my weight and inches goals. Good lord, are there that many inches on a body. Okay, I can swallow that one, but... is it really possible to have THAT MUCH of my body percentage be fat?? How am I managing to ooze my blubbery bulk from point A to point B? For that matter, as long as I can actually see the skin and bone that is there...how can there possibly be any room left for muscle?

This is ridiculous.

Here's to hoping this is the one. As my mother has reminded me, there is no failure in the falling down, only in the not getting up again. Think about it. So true.

*Let this be it let this be it let this be it*

As soon as I can exercise with a reasonable hope of not smothering myself in my own nonfunctioning lungs, I am so there.