Color Me Fit: weight loss, fitness, exercise

Eek. I can’t believe it’s been like three weeks since I posted my last entry here. Guess you can say I’ve been busy…

So yes, I’ve been preparing a good old batch of outlines and plot-notes for NaNoWriMo, because I really want to take part in it this year. I’m not above the “amateur” writing, in fact it’d rather be the contrary, and I know this is going to be fun AND allowing me to learn a few trick along the road. I need t owrite more and faster, if I want to make a career in it someday.

The weight loss schtick, on the other hand, hasn’t been going that well. I haven’t been bingeing or whatever, thanks goodness, but it’s like 10 days I’m chaining illness over illness, and I haven’t exercised since then. Frustrating. When it’s not the runny nose, it’s the sore throat and voice being completely gone, with additional problems to simply breathe (there was a point when I wondered if my parents, at whom I stayed this past week-end, would find me dead in my bed in the morning because air just wouldn’t have passed through anymore. Well, okay, not that much, but it was freaky all the same). And now comes the “stomach bug”, unfortunately not the one that prevents me from eating, no, the other one. Feh. I do hope that by this week-end, at least, I can get my aerobics DVDs out, even if only for half a hour, because I seriously need to get back into gear.

On the bright side of things, I didn’t exercise, but I walked regularly. My theory is that, when being sick, if I’m not completely down in bed and unable to get up, I should at least walk. I prefer twenty minutes outside with warm clothes on me, rather than macerate all day long in the tainted air of a “sick room”. I dragged my mother along the way, since she needs the exercise as well, and am still trying to convince her that the more she walks—starting slowly and with little doses, of course—the less joint problems she’ll have. I’m not making anything up here, the doctors say it too, after all.

Note for further use (yes, again): sick + being passenger in the car + too rich foods = stomach not keeping the stuff in. My parents are starting to wonder if they’re poisoning me: everytime I go back to my hometown, I end up vomiting at some point *LOL* I’d rather blame the car, though. It has always been a hard time for me, but since I’ve had my driving license (and no problems to drive whatsoever), it’s like the “symptoms” have been magnified in some way. Go fig. I want my car.

Alright, now enough with the slly updates. More reflexions coming up soon, since my brain is functioning again.