Well, this morning, after going in to work and tossing off this morning's Fictionlet, I came over feeling like death warmed over -- but getting slightly cold again. Not unlike a low blood sugar attack. So I asked laurie_robey
to drive us back home, went upstairs, and passed out on the bed.
Aside from a few groggy eye-openings, I pretty much slept from then until 11:00, at which point I woke up feeling much better, but starving. So we went out and got some lunch, and I'm now back in the land of the living for the afternoon.
I don't know if I've been pushing myself too hard with the workouts, or if there's been too much holiday stress, or what, but my body has declared today a work-free zone, and when it's in this kind of a mood, I don't argue.
I will probably spend the afternoon either finishing off the Tiff/Brody dance pic, or trying to do some story outlining for SJ
. Unfortunately, there's more family visitation tonight, which means more stress. I might push tonight's scheduled Bowflex session to tomorrow night.
While I love the effect exercise has in terms of toning me up and improving my appearance, I hate the way it takes over my life. -.-
PS: Happy anniversary, camstone