I'm sick. So in the interest of brevity and preserving energy to care for my children, today's post will be a bit choppy.
I lost a pound this week. Woo to the Hoo.
As you may have read here, I ran 2 miles straight. And it felt amazing. Since then, my runs have been less than stellar, but I think that's because I was coming down with this flu-ish thing.
I've been eating well, but it could be better. When I'm sick, I don't feel like eating much, but what I do want what sounds good, and that's not always healthy (read: milk shakes). Whatever. I don't have much more to say about it than that.
I'm hoping to start running again soon, but in order to avoid an asthma attack, I'm holding off. Until I can run sans-wheezing, I'm going to continue with some strength training (as suggested by my hubby and my friend Monica ... thanks Monica!). But I'll be honest, I barely have the strength to lift my children right now, so that won't be happening in the next day or two.
That's all I have to say. I'll be on the couch tossing my children goldfish crackers to keep them busy if anyone needs me.