Ahhhhh short weeks rule. Of course short weeks punctuated by nausea and tummy pain not so great, but I'll take it. One more day until the long weekend, and more blissful days off. Not that I hate my job or anything. The teenagers are great, for the most part (I won't deny I have a wrinkle or two with a 15 yr-old's name on it), but I really am built for a life of no work. I need to be independently wealthy. Like now. Any ideas?
So I haven't yet met with my student personal trainer, but tomorrow it is FO SHO! She's going to do some testing...eep. She wants to see my strength, endurance and flexibility as well as weight/measurements and such. I'm a lil' scare of the wall sit test. Um, ouch! Also scared of foreign scale *shudder*. Plus, knowing my luck, my home scale will get wind of my dalliance and be a total prick from now on. Scales are jerks like that.
I did manage to work my lazy ass out today...and I will certainly get a workout tomorrow. I am hoping hubby will be back in running form for next week. Poor guy is still weak from the fever and little food. But at least the scale has been kind and I am showing just above 160. Soooo close to my goal!
S'all I got for now folks!