I mean really get back in shape. We're having another one of those "Biggest Loser" competitions at work. Last year I had three days of catastrophic vomiting, lost ten pounds I didn't want to lose, and spent the rest of the "competition" recovering from that and another illness, so I ended up weighing more than I did when I began. This time, especially after the school's athletic trainer weighed me and used the fat-percentage machine, I have considerable motivation to stick ...
You know, I am getting so tired of not being able to fence. They boys and my spousal unit had a cold last week and gave it to me. It was compounded by the Santa Ana super dry conditions. So I was supposed to fence on Saturday to practice in my chair for Atlanta, but I was wheezing and could barely stand up. Remember things that attack your head hit me worse now. So we were paranoid about anything setting off more seizures. Aren’t I just a bundle of fun? So yesterday I felt a lot ...