Cross Posted on Pick on the Fat Kid
I pretty much took the day off yesterday. As much as I tried to feel good, the cold just got the best of me. I was wore out by the time work was done. I really wanted to bowl because we are starting a new quarter (we got 2nd place last quarter… boo!). I just couldn’t see it happening. So I called Roger late in the day and asked him to bowl for me.
When I got home, the only thing I could think about doing was plopping down on the couch and sleeping it off. I was armed with season 3 of Dexter and not afraid to use it. I had some left over steak from the previous day, already cooked, so I heated it up and threw it in a wrap with lettuce and onion just after work.
I hate not having any sort of exercise to write down in my nightly feedback, so I lassoed up Smoltzie the pup and we took off for a walk…in the rain…again. I tried to turn it into an exercise session more than a leisurely stroll, but my head wasn’t in the game. I broke a little sweat. I temporarily felt better when I got home. But that subsided quickly and I was back on the couch covered up.
I started watching Dexter and made it through about 20 minutes before the video crapped out. Ugh. So I had hit the intertubes again looking for another copy. So much for my Dexter marathon. I love that show.
I decided to take my blanket into my office and just grind away some poker hands. I have had a poker fever recently and most of my spare time has been spent playing. This didn’t go as planned either. I ended up dropping a house payment on the tables and wasn’t too enthused about that. Such is life in the poker world. I can’t really say I played all that well.
So I gave up on that and spent the remainder of the night laying in bed, flipping back and forth between the Ultimate Fighter Finale and Top Chef. I finally drifted off to sleep sometime around 11:00 p.m. Then I woke back up around 1:30 a.m. I had to pee and I was very stopped up. Times like these would have resulted in a midnight snack in the past. I just took a leak, blew my nose, and let Smoltzie the pup out for a few minutes so he could do his business. Then it was straight back to bed. The only thing consumed in those few minutes was a glass of water and some Advil.
Adam told me to leave the scales alone and I do for the most part, but I do usually sneak a peak on Thursday mornings to check my progress. I’m expecting a big loss this week. I think I was PMSing or something on Monday because the number on the scale this morning brought a smile to my face. No more weighing until Monday morning 
I feel a little better today. I’m still stopped up a bit, but it’s more of an aggravation than a sick feeling. Tonight is weight lifting night as well and I’m pumped up for that. I’m going to be back at it, maybe blowing snot bubbles out of my nose as I strain to get in those last couple of reps.
I have a couple other things in mind to talk about, but this post is getting a little long-winded, so I’ll touch on those other items in a later post.
