I've had big plans for this day set for a month or so now. A new season of The Biggest Loser starts this week, and I want to loose weight along with them and see how far I can go in the same time that they do. I'll start up my regular work-outs again, regular gym times, and start eating healthier (not the pregnancy and post-baby fat-filled if-food-makes-me-feel-better-than-I'm-gonna-EAT diet anymore). I'm excited that I'm far enough beyond baby-la-la-land to be here!
But it's ain't happenin'. Not today anyway. Instead of hitting the gym, I am hitting the couch. Or my bed. Or the nearest chair. We've got a virus running around our house and apparently I'm it's next victim. Sammy started it (and even ended up in the ER one day because high fevers are so scary in newborns), Isaiah took a hit, Richard went down, Naomi missed her first day back to school today, and now I guess it's my turn. It's nothing too nasty, mostly just a fever and incredible aches and exhaustion - but that's enough.
So my big plans will have to wait. But hopefully not for too long!