Week Seven, Day Two

My thoughts last night: 

I'm going to ROCK it at the gym tomorrow. 

My thoughts this morning when I got up:

Fuck everything.

It was a long night of tossing and turning and anxiety ridden thoughts. So, it didn't surprise me when I woke up this morning feeling like absolute shit.

But the husband was up and getting ready to go and I just hate the idea of him going and not me. Like I'm somehow failing. So I got up, even though I felt like poo. 

But I could tell something was wrong. I didn't drink pre-workout because my stomach was already hurting. I got on the elliptical and felt like I was going to faint so I "took it easy."

Got home, showered and went to go back to bed and that's when everything started to go downhill. I got the chills, a headache and no matter what I did - I could not get warm. Two blankets (including an electric blanket), and still, couldn't get warm or fall asleep.

I asked the universe not to hate me. To please let me not get sick. Because the one good thing of the day? Stepped on the scale and the number was down by two lbs. 

2 lbs. I don't think I've ever been happier to see that little number. 

So please, universe, don't make me sick. I have more workouts to do so that 2 lbs turns into 4 and then hopefully 6...