Back From the Sidelines

A very nasty little germ beat the hell out of me for the past week and a half, but I am making my triumphant return tonight.

I'm a little uneasy. I am afraid that the beastly microorganism undid all the progress that I made. Don't get me wrong, I am determined, but I am trying to prepare myself for the fact that down dog may not be possible tonight; and that perhaps the Lance Armstrong Spin position may not happen tomorrow either.

I know I need to ease back into things, but I know my eagerness gets the best of me, and then I get frustrated, etc. . . .

The most upsetting thing about being sick was the fact that I actually broke down and invested in "the matching fitness ensemble," and was all ready to model it. It was just like that feeling I would get when I got new school clothes. Now I am afraid to try it on -- After living on ice cream and pudding for a week, (for medicinal purposes, I assure you! my throat couldn't handle much else)I think I gained back whatever pounds I lost.

Although maybe my fever induced sweat sessions and hallucinations burned some of it off.

Here's hoping . . . .